One bowl closer to madness ( Read more... )

Next day, The Dish and The Spoon ( Read more... )

Colors fade ( Read more... )

Her lips never moved ( Read more... )

Red like the soft rose sheets on the bed ( Read more... )

Hunger Angel ( Read more... )

Karma dharma mamma
Soul in hand
And spell in lips.
Equipment packed,
Ready.

The things the tide floats:
Moonbeam,
Stardust,
Dreamweave...

"I believe,"
Eyes closed.
"I believe,"
Body shudder.
"I believe,"
Astral handbag held
Tight, tighter.

Thin mist embrace
Of the mystical,
She follows the long road in.

You were born out of voodoo ( Read more... )

Woman behind a wall ( Read more... )

Too much thinking ( Read more... )