Dusk & Resurrection

Stone of ages…A…. Ang… Angela… Ash…Angel…Angle…Angela… A…A…A…light one.  A traversed seam, a beautiful undulating steam…  Amsterdameddddamn… witch, fair in deep tunnels where ecstasy rolls in quotes.  Oh Angela…  time she be a fortune, time she be strange light, old white haired man what do you see.  Not a facet, not a desert, just a cup of water, by a dead light floating in a dead sea.  Salty…

“My heart is a cathedral. Widows, ghosts and lovers sit and sing in the dark, arched marrow of me.” – Segovia Amil I seek her out on Facebook. “I remember you”, she says. I can feel her smiling through the virtual space. “I’d like to tell you about your dad I say” He alights upon me one dark night, toward the end of June. When the pyres of all my dreams gloom their way toward a solitary moon.…

There is nothing in the universe that can stop my repentance. There is nothing in the universe that will stop my redemption. There is nothing in the universe that will stop my love. – DS She says, “Are you willing, are you ready to commit, are you willing to jump”? I say, “Um hum”, not so sure I am so ready. Though it is true I love her true, a jump is a big deal and I for one am afraid of…

“All mankind is divided into three classes: those that are immovable, those that are movable, and those that move.” -Benjamin Franklin We stand at the top of our backyard, looking at the twinkling lights in the distance. It’s cold, much colder than we thought it would be here. Still and quiet though, just like we thought it would be here. “Can you believe this place”, her face is a solid sheet…

“The essential truth is that sometimes you’re worried that they’ll find out it’s a fluke, that you don’t really have it. You’ve lost the muse or – the worst dread – you never had it at all. I went through all that madness early on”. – Robin Williams The air is empty this October, so still, not even the smell of pumpkin spice changes anything. No witches, no imagination, and sadly no muse. For it…

“Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.” – Euripides Shadow woman, you know who you are, leaping the skyline, while the world ends it song, here along the backbone, while everything is right or wrong. Call me. I am so lonely; I scream to belong. Call me. The best place perhaps to see Lucifer at sunrise is along the “Devil’s Backbone“. Around 5:55 AM when the sun is throwing pink rays…

“When I’m 70 I might be a man in a park just wandering around, speaking in tongues with kids throwing bread at me.” – Noel Fielding Grammy say’s, the tongues come to you when they are ready, when you are ready, when you are old and want to feel young again. Grammy says the tongues are more than a noise. She says they are “thy sound”, and “thy sound” is a craft built by angels. Thy sound comes…

The Boy in the Stiff Boots

“I beg you take courage; the brave soul can mend even disaster.” — Catherine the Great Being on the spectrum, is like walking in a stiff pair of boots. Your feet hurt, and you have no flexibility. Yet you can see above the heads of others because you stand taller. And that is where we both begin and end… Upon a recent night I hear him say. “Oh Babylon, how your walls have fallen, how you have…

“The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.” – Robert Frost All future is ageing, all present is fear of the future. All future is me. All future is me. On Ageing, I see the end of the world in me. And perhaps no one will no it, no one will see, that growing older terrifies me. For I would not be lonely with this song stuck in me. The end of the world seems within my reach, rushing…

When the Moon was Silent

“There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.” – George Carlin I started dreaming of him two days after he died in October of 2014. A shimmer, a king, a marine, a boy, a friend, a memory, a voice and of course a ghost. He came from the back yard usually around 3:00 A.M. trailing a breeze that floated off the Devil’s backbone. Unusually cold no matter the time of year, and…

“This is the gateway to Hell, baby… Welcome to The Underworld.” – Kassandra Cross “I don’t think I shall ever leave you” – Tippy Of course, she never leaves me, there is that. “This is our tree”, Tippy says, pointing up, her long pale finger reaching toward one branch of the scraggly Pinyon that blocks the night sky. I look up at the twisted tree. To me, it’s not much of a tree for us to have.…

A Word in February

“When God was making the months, I think February was a mistake, like a burp. There it was, small, dark, and prickly. It had absolutely no redeeming qualities.”- Shannon Wiersbitzky The Pan he flies and dies in February. On a word he glows and goes in February. The Pan he falls so fast in February. Not really but actually! Four and a half months on a business dime, four and a half months see…

“If you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.” – Beryl…

“Life without a friend, is like death without a witness’. – Spanish Proverb Sunday, January 11, 1975 “What are you drawing”, I ask him, bending my neck over to get a better view of the pencil scrawl Davis is working on. “Just our lives at the end”, he grins pulling the piece of paper away and holding it up to his chest, where I can’t see it. “How does it go”, I ask him trying to sound a bit…

The Ghost on the Bridge

“It is required of every man, the ghost returned, “that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellow-men, and travel far and wide; and, if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so after death”. – Charles Dickens “Listen, listen”, the boy ghost said, “we are present caricatures of what we once knew, no better time than Christmas, to know the life that once was…

In Marriage by the Witch’s Gate

“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires”. – William Shakespeare My love, my love your all I ever see. My heart beats in my ear, my eye will not see shadow, or color near. Oh, thought you have left me, tongue you cannot cry or speak. For I am a lost, consumed by faire fire and light, devoured by the craft of those sounds that cannot speak. And I must know you…. By…

“If it’s not one thing, it’s your mother”. – Sigmund Freud I have traversed time, flown across a great divide, hastened shadows of unknown kinds, to seek answers to questions in the haunted time. To find out why I dream of this house and you. To tear the curtain in the temple that keeps me blind. Mom I have come from the future in search of a find. She is hidden in great darkness, a silhouette,…