Stonehenge(s)

When I get to the tower at the top of the hill, I always tap the big iron ring that hangs from the door so it knocks against the wood audibly. I imagine someone inside stirring, maybe a giant, putting down whatever they're doing and coming to answer the door. The hills here are dotted... Continue Reading →

A Brand New Religion

Maybe I'm jumping the gun. Maybe you have to start with witchcraft, evolve to cult, and then, if enough people stop thinking you're weird, you can be a religion. The witchcraft part is easy. Cast a spell with your feet or your tires and the local forest. Do this every day, like a prayer, or... Continue Reading →

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