Black Saturnalia

brian holtz

The full moon is huge and a brazen, insidious yellow just above the horizon. Puffy white clouds radiate moonlight and glow. And just there I see it… amidst what look like huge fishing nets floating in the sky, a giant galleon making it’s way across the sky with laughing ease bouncing on the velvety summer heat.
I am a man of indelible mischief and monkey biz. The spirits and hoodoo from dozens of past lives guide me into delicious and deeply imaginative rites under the full moon tonight.