Whether we call them our muse or the inspiration behind the creative endeavours that shape our lives, in her feminine power, I find a mother. I discover a blend of the empress and the high priestess tarot cards, beautifully rolled into one figure…

Poetry grounds me. It is an escape as much as a mirror of my thoughts and feelings, positive or negative. It helped me grow; it allows me to heal. Poetry is the lens I need to try to make sense of it all. Or to navigate the uncertainty, to say the least. ..

Creativity in its purest form is the act of invention. From stories to paintings to fashion garments – we are all inventing our own piece of art.  As children we often played with limited props, we used our imagination to re-create the world we saw around us…

When Clarice Lispector sat down to write this book she set out to “capture the present”, a place where she endeavours to capture life and time as she feels it…

Many years ago, I stumbled across a rather interesting looking magazine that was just right up my alley – it was called Morbid Curiosity. It was filled full of essays featuring ghosts, death, cemeteries, mummies, murder, spirits...the list goes on…

I think poetry is or can be a lot of things, but for me, it's always been a doorway. In a sense, it is the threshold between the incarnate and the intangible; it’s how we make material of the occult. A poem can be everything, really—defying and collapsing time and aspects of selves. So, maybe it is a way to express the soul?

On 19th, Nin asks Tana if she could borrow a Spanish dress that she has. They head to the cellar together. She is so excited to be able to able to borrow it that she kisses her lips ‘childishly’ and Tana responds with fervour. As Nin rushes out, Tana encircles her arms around her from behind and they walk out together. When Nin turns her head back, they share another passionate kiss ‘as lovers, violently and wildly.’

This novella is a stylistic trample along the waste land, a pilgrimage that is felt with every word, every sentence, every delicately placed piece of punctuation. It is a death chant, a pilgrimage with unknown lands and consequences.

A tool to heal. A mirror. An edited journal entry. A commentary. A succinct observation about a vast occurrence. God for Dummies.

What is poetry to you? Sometimes it’s violent drunken theater but these days it’s more about categorizing impressions.

Time, Myth and Matter: Essays on the Natures and Narratives of Reality is a collection of five essays tracing the relationships between different theories and events in the history of science and technology and various aspects of mythology, psychology, philosophy, (meta)physics and mysticism…

It escapes me. The first time I saw the face of Alice Prin… but I remember the feeling it gave me. It was a feeling that remains with me to this day. She had evoked something in me…

With the invention of the word processor, you had the opportunity to sit at home and type correspondence, create a zine or even write a book. Your fingers and wrists would be saved from the heavy work of those typewriter keys…

Scent is everything. We find scent in the books we read, in our coffee cups, on the flesh of our lovers and in the perfume we wear. Imagine if we could put all this together and be the sensual avant-garde woman we always wanted to be. Enter: JOUISSANCE…

Cassie’s work is a cauldron of shapes and dreams, loops and echoes lurking in liminal spaces. She writes sentences that melt on the tongue like acid. It sends you into this beautiful and surreal world…