BONUS: Octo Corpus Meum Est

On Sacramental Consumption

Octopus Rock.

That was the name of an actual rock. It stood alone on the seaside mudflats in front of my childhood home. At low tides, on the islands of the British Columbia coast, the Pacific Ocean withdraws to expose vast plains of sand, kelp & hauntingly shaped driftwood. One great rock lurked out there in the early morning mists and muck. At the base…