“SIBYL OF THE INNER CITY” by Lorraine Schein

She is her own inner circle, circling.  She lives alone in a fifth-floor, walk-up cave. The other side of her door is inscribed with a pentacle, scratched into the metal frame with a knife. She slams the door and enters the loft, goes to the unmade bed, and throws her coat on it. Her bed has a wooden headboard with carved columns on each side. One post holds a silk sleep mask that she wears so the sunlight does not wake her in the morning. She goes to sleep past midnight, and always sleeps till noon. The curtains are closed … Continue reading “SIBYL OF THE INNER CITY” by Lorraine Schein

“Esoteric Epigrams” by Lorraine Schein

The occult wants you to know that it doesn’t want you to know.    “Reality” is bad for your health. I respect science but prefer the occult.   The unknown does not know it is unknown.   God is one name we give to our ignorance. The other is magic.   The moon is a reminder of the almost forgotten.   Poets and witches are machines built for similar energies, but at different intensities.   Poets are receivers, witches are transmitters.   Magic is control of the cathode ray of reality, and some can tune in to any station.    … Continue reading “Esoteric Epigrams” by Lorraine Schein