Vital conversations in the hope that in the crackle of the thinking, the fire of the language, the visioning and wildness of the whole thing we may find breadcrumbs in the conversations to lead us out of the forest again, and into a deeper life.

Bidden or unbidden, initiations come. The Night Wages is a leap into the mysteries, a deep conversation between a father and a daughter, a ragged travelogue of a night sea journey to the temple of Aphrodite.

No more tame language about wild things. A press to contribute to the state of our times concerning mythopoetics, romanticism, philosophy, magic, folklore, initiatory encounters with wilderness.

What if we dwelt within the psyche of the story rather than imagined it was all neatly contained within our own heads? What if the stories owned us rather than the other way around? This is a big shift.

In a time when the Earth is skewered by our very hands, could it not be the deepest ingredient of the stories we need is that they contain not just reflection on, but the dreaming of a sensual, reflective, troubled being?