Just a Banishing

The erasure of one thing can create space for another. Sugarland beckons, sweet home, where the topiary deer and the piñata antelope roam. Cotton candy tumbleweeds blow upon the incense breezes. Kubla's laugh heard on far has spurred prophesy. And with it, some dread. Do not worry. The clowns with flashing eyes, floating hair, this is carnival land. Banish dread and do inversions. Stretch.

It would be a lot cooler...

if you did.

Pan-gyric

Think of how snappy spring will be.
Apple blossom Washington and the
Iris bloom, Many Waters way.

Wild and wyrd to wood and panic.

Trickster Tricks of Clown Renown

There's a new trickster in town, a flash and gas.
Colula  by the creek where the totems
watch. Snaps call, snap fingers or clap one
hand, and look out. Wicked is as wicked...

Spectacularity and Fabitude

The new year looks, in our forecasts and timewaves, like a good time to aim our arrows at the stars, and be ready to hit a few. The work in Wickidity Studies is bursting to bloom, the stories' spinning vortex of spectacularity and dark matter(s). There are secrets soon to be revealed that will impact this whole web of intrigue.

Tarot

Devil 
Death
High Priestess

Word on The Street Walla, A Murmur

These frigid days up Walla way what dreams become us in the sleep of winter deep? To dream is to be, in dimensions. Thus, we forge ever ahead on the multi-valent project of life as prism to the multi-verse. Stop in, step in. The project of bringing these thousand eyes into focus is a vast one. Rumble and quake, the noise we make, thundering in the blues. That is the entrance of La Luz and Scarlet.