I am elemental-celestial, fashioned by the hands of my ancestors from their very own prayers and bones.
Memories from staying with my grandparents in Tashkent after WWII.
An astonishing fire blazes within. You must spill forth this light, or be consumed from inside. This is the sacred act of spark extraction. This is returning to the knowing in your bones.
I need you for my starry-eyed revolution, my sexy insurrection.
I am talking about a desirous uprising.
Who will join my love-army of Cosmic Carrots?
Last summer it was the 3 boys....this Sukkot it is the 4 parents.
