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The Grave Digger
Mystic Tape Deck · The Grave Digger Pulling on the mud caked creased and drawn leather boots Feet cold, atonic and rheumatic, bunions bulging, inflamed Shabby woolen blanket tossed aside in a crumpled mass The sun has not yet risen, the day begins without a shadow No beaks of birds commanding chirrups of lilting or alarm A stifling stillness as the waking world trembles, warming […]
The Forest Witch
In a cloistered hermitage hidden from the eyes of the prying
Reached only through the careful divination of echoes

Micaloz Experiences his First Samadhi and Gets a Glimpse of the True Wheel
The room was lit by the dancing orange light of a single lantern on the small table. Sweet smelling smoke drifted up from the silver censer and hung in the still air. Micaloz […]
Into the Fray – Interviews with Micaloz From The Cosimo Records
“Do you feel it when it happens? What does it feel like?” The lights in the parlor were dim, a single lantern flickered with the draft flowing under the old wooden door, making the shadows […]
A Chance Encounter, Too True To Be Good
The Journey to Constantinople Micaloz arrived in Constantinople just as the sun had set on an early spring evening, smells of cinnamon, frankincense and sea salt air wafting on a light breeze as smoke from […]