Now is a time to no longer fear what we are that Jungian Shadow, seething unconscious servicing thief of farming dead soil its leopard paw falling against the pre-torn. Awake is a sensation disquieting, without prison, silence moves side-ways as green sleep slips from pond slim, suffocating the impulse for thriving. In the folds of […]

Illusion – Candice Louisa Daquin