Sun streaks peak through the blanket of clouds, painting the sky with rainbows: there is no color like the smell of damp earth. We dance...

I wish the moon would swallow me whole so I can bathe in the illuminescence of her white belly, so I can float weightlessly amongst lotus...

When the hazy purple dusk turns black, the shape of dunes on the horizon melts away into the Milky Way which stares at us with ancient...