November 23, 2017

BCCBB09A-EDB4-4541-926E-E94F1D1E57F6

Advertisements

November 8, 2017

Looking down I wondered which saint fell off my bracelet

bought at a trade center
Past the bakery
Down the broken road
Near the hurricane shelters
near CrossTown

the bakery

the bumpy endless roads

with silver black oil refineries standing up against a long
texas horizon…

what does that white girl know anyhow.

Oh it can’t get worse

August 31, 2017

then it does. Lovely lovely 2017.

May 22, 2017

the clouds line up against those blue mountains.  one god. men of power…

NorthSouth. East… blue mountains surround us. all sides but one.  I memorize the blue color.  counting my blessings.

 

April 25, 2017

Past the oil patch and those big trees that wrap black in the dawn.  Past sweeney ranch road where the hay fields spread as far as the eye can see.

We used to come looking for you.

April 22, 2017

image

“…Those spaces have paths to adventure. Also don’t you dare to feel alone. Go clean the bathroom until you’re ready to be part of the world again. “.

my friend Anne