Our Spirit Is Invincible When we lose someone we love That love is never lost That love is recycled Love can never be destroyed We
I exist amongst the ether Cast out among the stars Perpetually homesick For a place that no longer exists Wishing to fall back into the
Media has exploited the celebrations of Samhain and taken us far away from its roots. There is no Lord of the Dead nor any deity
Welcome to the season of spooks
Darkness I bear my darkness Always enduring with the aid of my inner light We learn to coexist To balance our joys and defeats To
Girls started vanishing in the fall, and now winter’s come to lay a white sheet over the horror. Door County, it seems, is swallowing the young, right into its very dirt. From beneath the house on Water Street, I’ve watched the danger swell.