True Metal, Real Gold.

​Moon phases

Strong vibes resonating

Between the bricks and trees

Melodies married as one

The Den connected friends

Spirits on a whim

5 6 7 8 and then

A pact was born

Smiles laughter and passion

Beyond labels and judgement


Owl of the South


The Blackest Boots

If she’s a little exhausted of a type like you…

She might just take a walk in her favorite boots

Through the dust as they fall

Kicking the rocks in the sand

Grinding her heels into the sockets of skulls

Relieving the destruction of man


Verboten hands

Just like the disease in children

They wish they can

Sometimes you need a demon to smite a monster

At times you need lava to smother the flames

Here she laces her boots

Over and over again

Written by Keota Picou

Echoed by Owl of the South

Sunrises are romantic and soft

Late October mornings feel like arms around my waist

The early sky whispers in my ears

All the answers to reflections I question

I wondered if this cloud knew

Sunsets are passionate and wild

Like a caress on the neck

Something more than a bite on the lip

The night wind chills my skin

Just like the trails of a lover’s finger nails as they pull me in

I bet the moon feels our secrets

I see the crows like to watch

I know the wolves can hear me sing

And my lover chants to the owls for mercy

I will not choose the universe’s sunrises or sunsets

That perfect seventh hour found me

And I intend to be fair

I remember that need

Waking up to morning dew on the skin

Feels like love

Which is the most righteous sin

By Keota Picou

Photo Source

Silently Loud (II)

I would like to be photographed as a silhouette. So they will see all of me.

Every inch they will have to read. And every mile in their minds they will have walked with me.

Yes they rationalize to hold me in. I break the boxes. I damage floors.

My gut is stretching I suppose.

Call me Phoenix

Photography by Nilo Burkhart

Model: Keota Picou

Barter With Me

I’ll give you two cents

      If you can tell me what my deal is

We can trade our laughs

      And sign the seal with codes in oath

You may want to consider

      Whether you hold strength in your 


      Are only letters if you fear them

But I know you fear yourself

       A mastery of who

You have no zipper left

      Therefore each notch owns you

I will give you a dime

      Your words are perfect tens

Who cares if we’re right or wrong

      Who corrects minds through lineage
By Keota P

Where Is…

Claws to the scalp

I need your hold

Life’s elixir

I give it back

I want your bones

Where is my Wolf? 

The love we mate

It’s been far too long


Shouldn’t I devour you?


Pour your brew

Your skin is in my head

Tears down my face

I swear I’d claw you

Around trees I wait



And everything aches 


Let us feed

Once more

The love we mate

Poem by Seraphine

photography by E. J. Bellocq