Prague has been the Seat of Qabbalah, Alchemy, and the Occult for centuries. Prophesied by the last of the Pagan Prophetess Queens, Libuse, who consorted in a Sacred Marriage with…
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A poem about the most precious commodity of them all.…
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A poem about literary inspiration... since murder is wrong.…
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A poem about love's beginnings and endings.…
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A dark poem about love as a movie genre.…
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A poem that ponders all the possible timelines.…
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A poem about insurmountable odds.…
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It’s 4:30 A.M. The night of summer solstice. I just woke up, it’s right before dawn. Something interesting just happened to me. I had a dream. Or was it? Immediately…
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The man sitting across me frowns with a sense of genuine dissatisfaction. “It looks like I came here under false pretenses. I thought I would be the only one making…
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A poem about finding understanding, where love cannot be found.…
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