Choosing my soul again and again Feeling her light hurl from my eyes Love for Love’s Sake Knowing what that means for the first time in my life My daughter’s breath filling the darkness of my bedroom at 2 am Smiling into the ceiling as I listen for hours Book ended by purring cats All…
Stardust of my Song
Once upon a time, I could hardly wait to curl up in some dusky corner and fill my veins with smoky blues and red wine. Clink glasses with Billie Holiday. Hold my knees. Sway. Ride the dark current of longing. Sob religiously until the drunk took me at last. A form of premeditated spiritual murder…
Just a little I Love you
I made it through New Year’s! It was much more of a helmet and bunker moment than I anticipated, but it is well with my soul. Whew. The aftermath of anything, when sober, is always better. A well earned nugget of wisdom that one. Funny how this blog has become a bit of a priestess…
Just an honest shout into the void
This one goes out to our souls. To all of you wrestling with Demon X. It’s not a story where the hero rises, faces the foe and finds a way to win despite all obstacles. I think it’s a story where the hero never slays the antagonist. Best case scenario: he walks wounded and stumbles…
A few of my favorite things: Take One
undisciplined philosophy the melodrama that gives birth to melodrama that day you thought of my daughter in the grocery aisle cheerios on my bed instead of wine stains old trucks and small houses forty year old teddy bears needing nobody and wanting everyone
Hunter gatherer
Inside every man sits a shaman in a loin cloth every once in awhile we become aware of his presence when he dips his spear at the throat of someone who asks you how do you stand the silence? how do you cope with the diagnosis? how do you take your mind off the pain?…
The Tide Arrives
The tide arrives and i lay in bed–still, soft, blinking every day is my birthday and my soul spilling back into my body feels like an ocean licking that line of sand that’s always wet 300 million years old and counting my breath an ancient current, dark and deep a God spot on my chest…
Passover
God calls forth his plague a devouring goddess of old firebreather with wings of smoldering coal and I like Moses 40 years in the wild driving at dark through the land of Pharaoh after a show in Vegas Rolling Stones Radio gas station coffee a photo of my daughter poised on the dash for the she-beast…
Why Wine is Forbidden
“Sometime in the night my Beloved turned on me and swallowed me whole. I disappeared. And that’s the sin. Literally, without. Empty. Disconnected. Lost.”
A Brief for the Defense
“We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
furnace of this world…”
Sobriety Poet 