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His Day

in , , ,

ICU

all night the bells and whistles letting us all know 

death is just around a corner

she see us in our blue and white hospital gown 

ass to the wind//fuck off world// 

and it's never beautiful

tubes probes and all manner of violation

bring me cedar and spruce maybe a can of gas

a blow torch and a bottle of gin

i’m on the ground Low lower than that Buried

beneath all the decades and regret 

i wear this battle like a shawl

i am mist and disappear then reappear

pacing the halls Walks to the car 

for my flask for Hashish for sanity 

Gods help me i can’t do this

i drift or sing through time zones 

perhaps tomorrow i will speak or  move

i have become granite submerged at flood tide

i cry and the nightjar comes

i can lay here for hours days seasons one million chapters and still not see a waning

or have an understanding of why the Angelica fades too quickly

This place is a museum

in ,

Wooden Yemaya carving from Nigeria with brass and seed bead detailing. This carving is about a foot and a half tall and is very detailed, front and back. Pictured is the left side of her face.

Bubble wrapped two wooden carvings from Nigeria today. Yemaya and Ochun. I stopped and asked myself, “Are you ok? Are you well?” The answer is no. I’m not ok. We are in fire season here. Seems like that’s all I do these days is prepare for it. Doing my best to make sure we don’t loose everything. Can’t have all this stuff just sitting in this cabin though all the evacuations.

Besides packing up these things I’ve been restocking and topping off the Travel First Aid Kits. Might share in inventory of what I put in them. Meh. Gotta keep it movin’.