hot-hot-hot so hot

and the sky opened up as I sat on a candy red chair. his voice was drifting off, the top of my head was gone and the sky was being inhaled by a rather large energy. I could feel the gentle breeze pulling, then pushing my arm hair. I was truly not the only one breathing; he was breathing as he mouthed the word "hospice", the squirrels in the yard were panting; hundreds of house sparrows shut their mouths. "I'd like to be allowed to die," he said. Yes, it was a hot day and we were all gasping for fresh air. The heat of the day had burned my skin. and the sky opened up with a gentle rain, a soft sparse rain, I swear I-only-counted-seven-drops kind of rain. I looked down at the document in my hands, his living will. and the sky snapped shut.

tribute to Hope

Sweet and gentle. Loving and kind. She brought me from fear to love on many occasions.
thank you Hope.

the eyes have it

1981

My thesis all around.

grace slick or tilda swinton

internal storm cometh

upon the mountain we had a fire

a storm cometh, yet it really didn't hit us

Tribute my sister's first born son

This is dedicated to my sister's first born son who died last Sunday morning.

1. Beyond Dreaming

My open heart sleeps
Eyes over your so still form
I see my flowing


2. The Dream

Dreamed a blue Jay lay
Upon curling leaves of brown
Feathers iridescent last May
Now this dreamy blue, just lay
Alchemized into ether today
Sentinel-Jays circled down
Dreamed a golden you did lay
Upon curling leaves of brown

3. Nightmare: The heart is a many chambered muscle

The heart is a muscle
with a needle's pierce
the tissue contracts

One bite into a heart shaped apple
ripped open your infected gums
red to crimson strep spread

Today you lay on a gurney
awaiting your second go ‘under the knife’
family energies circle

Guttered candle wicks upright
we imagine white light, holding
your body as the gift we know it to be

4. My Sister Wakes

When you fade away
My first born son, I will dress
You in memories