The BellyThis is a recounting of a waking dream I had one afternoon many years ago... I was relaxing quietly after a swim in the cooling waters of...
We Canbodies tangled in white sheets beneath thin veils of gossamer we can caress and let our limbs, lips and eloquent laughter dance us, a...
Sometimessometimes when i open my mouth, my mother comes out this shocked me, at first though I see I can look upon it as a gift born of her flesh...
Flower PunkBotanical Installation × Live Performance “THE LOST EDEN” by Makoto Azuma A New Yorker article floated by my facebook news feed a few...