Bones

Bones

by | Jul 7, 2018 | ancestors, liberation practice, poems

BONES the architectures of our inheritance are dancing us. Though we may walk deafened through the noisy fray, searching the blather of strangers for a clue. Though wrapped in gortex, we get wet Though stuffed with fois gras, still we hunger Our eyeballs drowned in...
Fourth of July

Fourth of July

by | Jul 1, 2018 | ancestors, liberation practice

My cats dislike fireworks. And so do I. And it’s not even the fourth of July. Unimpressed by bombs bursting we avert our eyes and continue speaking with firelight, one thousand genial eyes jumping out to join us in their subtlety. The nations crane their necks...