Marriage, no Proposal

On Thursday, February 9, 2017, I was minding my own business with Bastest and yogifying to work out the kinks remaining from Standing Rock. I had the kind of sweat that only Seane Corn can create. Somewhere between vin and yasa, all proceedings were interrupted by two Old Ladies, Grandmothers of the invisible persuasion. One... Continue Reading →

New Nations

When hands of the past reach the face of the future and the half-morning moon lights the way Harrier wings beat the heart And wind & earth become one with the drum We are the drum We are the heart                                ... Continue Reading →

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