Poetry 2013 / Volume 44

Old Soul Reflections During Meditation — Brycical

When I was younger, I was a shaman chanting melodies that I hoped would change the world. Perhaps, they did for my people; the schizophrenic gypsy stoners earth mother worshiping airy words burning the creative liquid juices squirting over our brains like a drop of LSD on a sugar cube. But now, I can feel … Continue reading