All you need is your hands, head and heart. Some day you will be called to heal and have to pull from that. There will be no accessories, no bells, beads and whistles.…

  Here In these Redwoods The wind can’t blow Just kind of stops outside of camp- dumb I moved away now and Am uncareful to not Isolate And stay more with animals am an…

where i vomita lie out onto the pavementinside that brick building is the club where i dancedand hated loved itorange and redcyan and blackseason of fucking the too young jew boy and the too rough…

Dry burning A fire sky This river is bone dry We are walking on thistle and raven down Leaving  Goodbye  Deeper and deeper into the wood Iridescent is the color of honey and salt…

i once was somebodies pretty wore neroi and rose absolute. season of pearls and cashmere, cinnamon in the brandy crumbling under his touch, fingers between my legs I quivered wanted more sweeter than honey…

the serenity of your embrace dropped offthe edge of the West Coasthaven’t seen it sincei was a fool thenthought you were my strengthno one could tell me otherwise back thendumb and beautiful i didn’t wake…

he found her in dreamon kneesdigginghis face showed the wars he had fought in surviveddeath is never pretty her face a pool of watershowed other thingswhere she sat up nights in songnights of crawlingwhere…

For Chola who thought I grew up privalged.  she said she was from cement  and that I was from the trees that I wasn’t like her called me elite, entitled, proud, ignorant to the…

  you are the phosphorescencemy leafmy winglunar mothare sweet in my mouth as Doug fir tipsa taste I know wellflood tide combined with ashi seek you always in the singed wings of angels in the moist tonguefurled…