Volume VI is coming

IV is the song of the caged bird, the bronzed kiss of the sun, carrying a psalm of kindreds, and illuminating the beauty that exists already. The lineage of storytelling, and the souls pollinating each other, has grown deep like the rivers – long and proud, evergreen and ever present, like the weaving of the ivy.

Ivies grow in the harshest of environments, just like the beautiful psalms and stories standing the tests of time and struggle. Like an I.V. filled with nourishments of our ancestor’s sweat and tears, these stories are the lifeline to the essence of creators everywhere, an escape, a sanctuary, an awakening, the hieroglyphics on the walls of our hearts and souls.

It’s a documented snapshot in time, budding in the deepest most passionate curiosities of our own awakening, IV.