Imagine we’re sitting in my study with good coffee and rain against the window. Time to stretch out and enter a treasury of stories and deep ideas. Shall we go?

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.