January 2009
7 posts
draw in the sand
did you hear about that apache girl who gave her life off this very mesa, right over the edge she flew. on a night like tonight- when the lightening seeks the tree top. perhaps she turned into the owl. perhaps some part of her was severed
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My house is dressed in furs, fried liver and...
Today I throw away old letters lingerie, dried hibiscus, mescal seed. Handfuls of trash- why did I keep it all? Jewelry, trade beads, to give, give, giveaway. Take it away. All away.
No Dove I will not wait for April, but I cannot see clients. – still unfit for human contact I heave my life into a hefty bag and set it on the curb. Garbage day. But I can write. I can still hear the medicine within...
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NyQuil and Listerine in Shots
Kills His Own sat upright dead drunk on NyQuil and box wine he told me how sacred his life has been how sacred he was i sat quiet there was a broken eagle bone whistle, silenced in his belongings, buried somewhere between Flandreau and Baja it coughed and choked when it heard his words he advised me to walk the streets to get a good education he offered to be the first to break me in i sang a...
Side Winder Sings to Iron Heart Woman
…there was a wounding
She walks toe heel, toe heel A soft padding against her mother Looking forward thinking she knew an Invisibility song, sang past a curled hand The way they do, those medicine ones…. I muse as to her Spells Sung to unwind , unwind, unwind Unwind the words, Unwind the songs Unwind the Love that mistakenly Left her heart, and made her appear Human,...
Better to be a throwback
to peer out of feral eyes, aesthetically sensitive, a kaleidoscope that sees too much and can paint the heave of the night, the ultaviolet buckle of the knees- no one sees you do this. the wild blood courses through you, and you are both interested and not interested at once. possessing the coolness and mescaline awareness of a feline. let others worry about the horror of it all. while walking...
there is the sound of rain
or perhaps it is the sea or the hiss and crack of the fire pit. oak and madrone, or a combination of both. fire and water. two opposing gods. the tide pulls back, ebbs and suddenly you think of miscarriage, anemia and hospitals. depleted you reach for B12, iron, gallons of black strap molasses. you chew on nettles, raw liver, freight trains. too late? looking down at your arm you notice thin veins...