coffee in a broken tea cup

silence her guide

slowing her pace

finding that whimsical ride


feet bare

conversing with the earth

knowing this is the place

where she’d truly find her worth

Who We Are-Electus

image by Brooke Shaden


fair maids of february

white violets of the spring

awaken now

sweet beauties of resilience

teach me of thy song




Seize the Day-Electus

discovered these delicate little beauties while touring one of the many covered bridges of Lancaster County in Pennsylvania. Naturally they stole the show. These resilient little babes are called snowdrops and are nature’s way of hinting that spring is on its way. In the language of flowers, these are a symbol of hope. They are one of the first of wild blooms as the transition from winter to spring descends and truly are resilient to the still harsh colder days and get their name from the ability to deflect snow. They are currently on the endangered plants list so please if you come upon them refrain from picking!

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I captured this image during a visit through Lancaster County in Pennsylvania, a place I’ve long since wanted to visit and capture the serene beauty of the land and the simplistic lifestyle of the Amish. A place where one can disconnect with the world and truly find beauty and peace within nature and one’s own imagination. I call this piece “curious” as the little one peeking back at me seems to share the same curiosity as my camera was giving to him.


that random walk

finding a conch shell

and resting it to my ear

sanguine waves sing,

even there

a language of you

tiny mementos

concealed for me again

to be your audience,

and you,

my sail…..

Liran Danino-Adayin Rek (עדיין ריק)

I am fortunate to live along the eastern coast so mornings waking up to views like this are not too difficult to acquire. The sea shall always call to me. Shall always be my vice, my grounding, my best friend, my lover, my healer, my guide and in this instance, my muse, as often she is. I hope you find the same serenity in this image as well as I do as well as the song I’ve paired it with.

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the dawn,

as wild as her carnival heart

prisms of red and pink

scorch the silent sea

as restless beats answer

to another day….

Arsonist’s Lullaby-Hozier

I captured this image during a morning hike in the Great Dismal Swamp, which by name alone, lends thoughts of dreariness and darkness and maybe even death. This view, as I came upon it, I liken “fairy steps” as they’ve left a little of their magic behind there can’t you see it? Transforming this thought dreary land into an enchanted garden full of life. A beautiful start to my day this was and I’m honored to be able to share it with you.

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in ripples,

these veins






I captured this image on a hike, captivated by its resemblance to that of veins, reaching out, as if spellbound by the call of the sea.

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in daily baths of melancholy

with no grand speed ascending

from caverns carved by nature’s creed

til waters part, unbending


as moon gods sprinkle unlikely dreams

to thought shallow graves below

where sun’s finest pupils hath not been

nor shall ever truly know


through muddy morsels a fairy born

a blushing pixie to the moon

a darkened path, unlikely guide

slow steps from its cocoon


unfurling petals as moon gods sing

the song of its mythical fate

to reach beyond those shallow graves

to cloudscapes in patient wait

Journey’s End -Blackmill

During a visit to a botanical garden in North Carolina, I captured this image upon realizing that I had never seen a lotus flower in its habitat. I was mesmerized by this pond brimming with them and found myself after thirty minutes or so feet planted in the same position, daydreaming. These delicate beauties are born with magic and it floats to the surface with them. The aura of tranquility they emit for those that take the time to truly see their beauty and the resilience of their survival, simply put, is breathtaking.

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Paranormal Experiences? Seeking Your Stories

Hi friends. Do you have any accounts of paranormal activity or experiences that science just hasn’t been able to explain? Want your story published? Read on.

I have always been interested in the study of paranormal activity for as far back as I can remember. As a child I can remember sneaking down late at night whilst my uncles were watching The Fog when I was about seven and being scared to death. But it was that adrenaline that came with that fear that kept me watching those true old school horror flicks. None of that gruesome stuff for me. I wanted to cover my eyes and squeal in fear, waiting for that ghost to reveal himself.

While I cannot recall any childhood experiences, I have had several accounts in my adult life, all starting after I began organized paranormal investigation. My dear friend Jason invited me to “ride along” in an investigation one night with the team that he belonged to at the time. The plan was to simply snap some photographs and do a nice write up as a way to help advertise for the team. It was at Ferry Plantation House, one of the most haunted places in Virginia that has been featured on many YouTube channels, podcasts and investigated by both national and international teams and featured on a UK show.

That night opened up a whole new world for me where I was able to incorporate my love of photography and my intrigue for the paranormal. Over time Jason and I ventured out with our own creative ideas and formed our own team, Portsmouth Paranormal Society (find the YouTube channel here). While I’m not actively investigating with him and the team these days, I still occasionally ride along to capture the solemn beauty in the places they investigate. Him and I share multiple experiences from our early investigations and he continues to experience unexplained occurrences today.

The subject of paranormal investigation has and will always be open for debate. Naysayers will scream science science science, but some things simply cannot be explained. Isn’t it telling that in simply doing a search online it will get you countless stories from people all over the world. Different cultures, different social statures, religions, races and ages. The patterns and similarities are always there. People are experiencing and seeing the same things.

This is where you my dear friends come in. I’d love to hear your stories and in submitting them they’ll be considered for inclusion into the compilation of ghost stories I’m intending to publish. Interested? Read on.

I’d like pieces to be formatted in journal style with an opening of approximate date/time and place of occurrence. You may “sign” your piece with whatever you want to reveal about yourself. Your name, your location, one or both. You may also be anonymous if you’d like.

I’m opening this up now for submissions and ask that you keep your accounts relatively short as I’d like to include as many stories from around the world as possible. If you have multiple experiences, please feel free to send more than one to be considered, just please submit them in separate links so I can easily separate. All submissions should be sent to:

You will be notified via email if your piece is chosen to be included. I look forward to reading your experiences!

image captured with full spectrum camera as part of investigation at Tuckahoe Plantation

*featured image captured at St Albans Sanitorium as part of investigation


a sea of pink jewels parade my hair

wind whistling

dancing, entrancing

to the symphony of jasmine notes

floating, drifting in the air


capturing lyrics to a heart song

quiet chords brushing my lips

revealing, no longer concealing

as breath remembers

the bridge to its ever long



The Queen of All Everything-Ott


this image i captured on a summer trip to Texas. whenever i travel it’s always cemeteries and parks that i gravitate to. this image i came across at Brackenridge Park in San Antonio. its the remnants of spring left behind on an aged bridge with its peeling paint and wrought iron that lended its beauty to my eye. as always the words came. the following song selection i feel offers that same serene flow of finding one’s everlong. Enjoy and thanks for reading.

you can find more images of this bridge and Brackenridge Park as well as other images I captured from San Antonio here









wildflowers in frenzy


in her forest

of mossy groves

as winds howl

and honey kisses flow

into she,

perched there


within her hollow


We Are All Astronauts-Ether


as a child i was always drawn to tree hollows. as an adult not much has changed. when i stumble upon one on a hike, naturally i climb in. such was the case with this image i captured on a trail just as the sun spread its wings.