portal to one of my other realms 

nasturtiums, monkshood and one datura blossom in the outdoor bath// here opium  floats in our tea// we are eating warm bread from the jew baker, wild boar sausage and smoking cigars after midnight// driftwoodsmoke…

Angelica Root, Hydrangea, Yerba Santa, and Vetiver infused with a pinch of salt to use for a banishing during the Black Moon.

Three legged dogs roaming the streets out here.  Dirt poor and lying she runs an extension cord from her trailer to there’s and watches the local news, eats pot pies from the frozen isle.…

Someone invoked Jesus. She heard he was a good man yet remained unmoved. There’s a song and perscription of medicine on the water which we draw out on a stick. There’s a howling within us…

Not made but born he said,  sent her 4 campaign flags and rubies from Iraq. War horse who never came home. God is a Green Beret.  Let’s honor him- A Song for the Warriors

My mother’s womb was a sandbox,  sandbox as in war of the desert.  We tossed the family name into the pit on our way to buy a pickle from the corner store.