The Birthplace of the Inca

He could not breathe. Whether it was the immense altitude that choked his heart, the beauty of the horizon that stunned his senses, or a combination of the two materialized into solid air that struck his midsection, driving the breath from his body, humbling his soul, he could not breathe. He stood at a high…

Ayuhuasca

In a space where matter don’t matter, just spirit molecules and geometric patterns Ab-Soul The sun is hot. The air is wet. The breath is heavy. I am sweating. I am following. There are four of us, we are all following. We reach the dock where the pontoon approaches, it floats slowly across the river,…

The Devil’s Throat

The devil straddled the river and opened his throat to the world.  Submerged in a steamy heat, his life poured out from him through a stony gash that fell away abruptly.  A writhing madness of white foam and water spewed from his throat and fell earthward, dissipating into a fine mist that added itself to…