EVE GUINEVERE YARROW

It was fifteen years + a century ago when a wise man said that to love me was better than all things. Aleister was beget by Aiwass whom...

For years, my reflection was a dysphoric vanitas, askance and nauseated by my own identity. I was Karloff beheld in the eye of the...

Every night for the past two weeks I have opened Apple Maps and with giddy fingers traced the path between us like a troglodyte sketching...

Rejoice! Dance! Sing! in our Garden of Faery Delights and embrace the life you have blessed us with. You picked up your five swords, but...

She rose at twilight and strode through the wild Abyss at the end of all flesh, the heaven and the earth meeting like two shimmering...

Once upon a time… there was a heron and a sparrow who nested in neighboring trees in a large meadow just out of reach from the Garden of...

If sex is the universal Babelogue, then she was its Bishop of Blateration, her mind oblivious but her lips legendary to any clergy that...

I sing of my loves, for I am tired of myself and my social, romantic, sexual destitution within this impossible, unpromising dune. You...

Sweet, lost child; darling, winged light, whence you fly in this waking world? For only in mine slumber, our Garden of Faery Delights, do...

Kim wasn’t sure why she bothered going to class today. She had only been there for about two hours, and she was already on the verge of...

I lost track of the weeks since I blocked your number, yet here I am, checking my phone for the sixty-seventh time today to see if you...

It was about two rotations to midnight on the first day of spring when the egret-colored snowdrops avalanched their way into my socks.  ...

I nudge my face deeper into the pillow, hand exploring beneath tiny panties. I forget who I am, I love who I am, an autogynephilic...

It has been four years since I was in Paris, a city in which I left the greatest euphoria of my lifetime. Upon my return, you were the...

At the rate of which the cavalries of Belial & Moloch plummeted from Heaven by the Tyrant God; at the rate which, moments later, the...

In school, I was taught that mirrors were windows into the soul, but for the past couple years, mirrors have only been windows into my...

There is just something about a cigarette and a cool breeze after a night of dancing. The DJ flipped to their b-sides - or whatever the...