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The Last Crumbs of Our Time
Covered in the dust of history, disgraced intelligence begs for more than the common themes handed down by man, as Her story bled out along the shore. A goddess wrapped in the cloak of a mother, to be...
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Learning to Swim
Born into a flow, we can sink or swim, fight or win, but in the end, the master plan has always been in the master’s hands. For Dungeon Prompts: Myth Making, passing on your life lessons.
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Poetry Shares: Gopi
Since You Have Called Me By Gopi Coffee jitters Sadhana quitter Who do I think I joke? My Mother’s the master Of all that we ask Her And so I try to practice what She spoke Oh Mother Kali My fierce...
View ArticlePainting Our Illusions: Ranting Aside
Blasphemous ranting aside, it’s always been ride or die – for, the path of the Goddess is beyond an emotional high, intellectual pride, and linear evolution, beyond the Shastra’s wisdom and the cynic’s...
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Each time we tell ourselves we know what we’re getting into,...
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