TEMPLE TIMES

Living In Myth

Living In Myth

by Isabella Gillespie
As we drift, incuriously, in the changing winds of our modern ways; the faint echo of sea monsters and heroes, unicorns and wise old wanderers t...
Men have been emotionally jipped.

Men have been emotionally jipped.

by Temple Times
I’m just going to throw it out there… men have been emotionally jipped. There is a kink in the patriarchal line that is blocking the flow, the feel...
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The Heart of Madi

The Heart of Madi

by Brittany Godden
What happens when you blend the wild imagination with the wild crop? A whole lot of magic, that's what.  This piece is a testament to collaborati...
Be Brave & Break.

Be Brave & Break.

by Isabella Gillespie
Either you will go through this door or you will not go through.   If you go through there is always the risk of remembering your name.   Things lo...
The Creative Curse

The Creative Curse

by Isabella Gillespie
"Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing." Salvador Dali Dali's words bring colour to worldview's rooted in black and white. Whe...
Don't shine, you're Australian.

Don't shine, you're Australian.

by Isabella Gillespie
Take friends with similar interests, but different minds; so that you can see things you love through a billion eyes. I was floating, like a dand...
Money makes the world go round

Money makes the world go round

by Anna Townsend
  Most of the time i’m calling in abundance, trusting that I will always have the right amount of money to fulfil my needs. I’m grateful for the...
The Root Word

The Root Word

by Isabella Gillespie
Nestled deep into the warm cheek of my living room indulging in the luxury of simplicity - a fire, a bath, wooden floors and high ceilings, food in...
Time is of the essence.

Time is of the essence.

by Anna Townsend
  “If you want to be in touch with reality you must know what real timing is. If you know that you will always be on time. Not five minutes before...
The sons love

The sons love

by Brittany Godden
I pleaded for mercy in the depths of ignorance. Wounded potential, vulnerable innocence.A voice of transcendance spoke onto me. Unlearn your delus...
Softly, woman... rise

Softly, woman... rise

by Isabella Gillespie
In the wake of the Phoenix's tailA meeting of four places,Each mountain a women Each ocean a womanThe middle road lies between her breasts.It is th...
Marrow

Marrow

by Isabella Gillespie
My bones bore the beauty The hardness of every stone Humbled in their ancient knowing Of all the seeds that have been sewn. Seers unassumed Observe...