Why did The Occult Living Room vanish over the summer? Turns out it wasn't all popsicles and poolside invocations as you might have expected...
Do we have any obligation to share the world with phantoms? In this installment, our narrator makes a perplexing discovery somewhere between civics and self-awareness.
Linger - to stay in a place longer than necessary because of a reluctance to leave. Perhaps sometimes, once in a blue moon, memories can murmur. [AI art + Poetry Collaboration]
It’s been said that nature herself may be only the one capable of providing true solace - in some cases, she even shares our grief. A bleak scene portrayed through verse and AI.
Once I found a crocodile round the back of the garages. I snuck it beer and bits of sausage and I taught it how to pray. This is something I would be willing to do for you, if you’d only give me