Saturday, February 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
this needs a home here
this is my cousin john, and his sister, my cousin gail, gail's daughter abigail on the left and my son lukas playing the drum, my daughter treme is playing the xylophone, and off camera my son marek and gail's son jordan wrestle. as i was filming the kids together gail and treme began to play some music. after a few moments this voice enters the room and it is john, my brother, singing out this song he makes up for us all. he died not long after, and my beautiful cousin gail passed away as well. i love this little gift, this little thing. sing sing sing.
video:
i love you john and gail!
video:
i love you john and gail!
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letters
Sunday, January 10, 2010
i dreamt of birds for the first time
i dreamt of birds, releasing from flowers, high up in the sky. by reaching up somehow i activated a birth process. the flowers were beautiful and many petaled, none would know a bird was enclosed. as it broke free from the coccoon of the flower it began to fly for the very first time, with a burst and a flap. i was in love with watching this happen, and then my daughter was beside me, she who loves all creatures and she was worried. watch, i said. and we marveled.
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dreams
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
tuesday morning dream
'distances would make sense if they were allowed to be insane'
this occurred like a mantra before i awoke, coming from wherever that place is that these things come from.
this occurred like a mantra before i awoke, coming from wherever that place is that these things come from.
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poems
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
a dream deferred is upon us
i dreamt of heads unearthed. statuary. it's jesus i said, st. benedict. his head was huge and angled and biblical. i leaned it back so that all could gaze upon it. what have i found in the rubble? below the surface prior gods announce and resign. below the date the inscription 'he brings the light into the world', or the word. the large earthen head, broken now, and by it's absence a body still buried, the buried body of the bringer of the word, still, one with the source - inseparable, unbroken and unseen. fool's gold looks like that sometimes, is disregarded when life itself moves with wings beneath its tease of solar shimmer.
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dreams
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