The Story of Pele

This is a story I wrote when I was about seven years old if I remember the details correctly this is going to be amazing, if not it's going to be stoner gibberish. In 1983, when the island of Pele erupted for what would appear to be the last time, the ashes were scattered so … Continue reading The Story of Pele

Siddha Lee Saint James: Letter To The Elders

If someone asked me how I would describe Surrey, British Columbia, fifteen years ago I would have said it was absolutely full of color. There were murals on every spare brick wall, it was without a doubt the city of lights because of the way the street lamps would bounce off the painted walls and … Continue reading Siddha Lee Saint James: Letter To The Elders