The way into the deep forest Is sometimes a cracked rib, A heart torn by broken bone, Like letting out the seams Of a summer dress that's...

The wildforest is a country, a heart, a fairy tale.

The wild forest is a forest of stories. But most importantly it is a forest for the Story. It is a trick of mirrors and windows and...

Trawling through the tattered remnants of the day and my selves worn down to scrape the hidden bones of souls trying to find any spark,...

lost princeling with a tinsel crown caught wandering in the wild of the woods I asked the crows to lead you out I asked the moon to hide...

I can feel a crash coming And I brace myself Put up the barricades The center must not fall