Celestial Sisters

The Pacific Ocean is akin to the face of the moon by both its size, unfathomable, for a mind such as mine to properly compute, and likewise, its effect of uniting men and women for eons. Through the history of humankind in all its bloodshed, and orgasms, and soft drinks, and me, the moon hasContinue reading “Celestial Sisters”

my tree, my self

stone by the river moss-covered orb faceless spectre catalyst to thought my toes, the roots to my tree, my self my fingers, the minstrels of my heart, my love cloud carrying rain distant vision of God voiceless entity way of finding peace my bones, the branches to my tree, my self my skin, the soilContinue reading “my tree, my self”