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The Esotoracle Issue Eight!

I’ve been a long-time fan of The Esotoracle magazine. Published in the United Kingdom, it is a wealth of information on Tarot, different decks, ways to read oracle cards and anything under the sun having to do with spirituality and divination. I’ve loved diving...

Dance Across the Canvas – A Poem

*For Sylvia You have taught me a new way to use my voice. The brush and pallet knife are extensions of my arm. I’m no longer afraid to try new things and explore the forest of possibilities, to part the trees or grass that...

Beautiful Gift – A Poem

I wanted to get you the most amazing gift, something that would let you know how much I love you, an object that could hold everything that you’ve ever wanted. You are beautiful to me. When I look into your eyes, I see can...

The Weight of Water – A Poem

I am made of water. It runs within the blood that flows under my skin. My body is heavy with it, carrying this weight of unshed tears. I try to find something to make my cry, let the tears slide from my eyes as...

Queen of Swords – I Predict the Future!

When I got back into reading Tarot, one of my coworkers kept joking with me when I pulled out my cards. “Ooooh!” he would say. “You’re about to predict my future! Do you know when the world is going to end? What are the...

Stuck With You by ‘Nathan Burgoine – A Book Review

Ben isn’t having any of it. When his cell phone is broken while he is visiting his father, Ben survives by sheer will alone. Unable to text his mother or his friends for three weeks has put Ben in a bit of a foul...

What We Have Grown Together – A Poem

When I think of that day, I remember the sound of leaves. As we walked down the isle that would begin our new life together, I could hear the music of my heart as it beat rapidly in my chest, not out nervousness, but...

Wicked Symphony – A Poem

I’ve been here before. The trees are so familiar to me now. I trace my fingertips along the ridges in the bark that feel like fingerprints. The leaves of the tree are shades of red and faded ochre, but they have dried now, no...

When Two Hearts Meet – A Poem

When we met, I wasn’t expecting to fall in love. When I heard you speak my name, I turned to see you for the first time and my world shifted around me, though I had no way of knowing it at the time. When...

I Will Dream of You – A Poem

When you are away from me, I lay down in the dark and imagine stars appearing above me. The same sky covers you like a blanket, keeping you safe while you are far and I know that you see the same stars that I...