Siddha, Surrey

Siddha Lee Saint James was curled up on an antique settee made of dark maple wood and the softest deep shade of purple she could find. It sat in front of a giant picture window that gazed out lovingly over King George Highway and 108th avenue. The apartment sat over top of the Creole Cafe, … Continue reading Siddha, Surrey

Time for a new tattoo I think…

Tattoos are to me, a reminder of the sacrifice and the journey, that we've taken to make it to the point of inking the reminder into our flesh. They are sacred to me. Every tattoo I have I picked for a purpose. My Witch as a reminder of what happens when you mess with that … Continue reading Time for a new tattoo I think…