I’ll never know where it comes from,
Back in the hills somewhere, but . . .
Here I am again — sharing our Spring again —
Standing beside this little brook’s waterfall.
Oh, the tales carried in its flow over Continue reading →
I think memory’s collapsed of that first kiss.
Perhaps in eight grade — could have been Ginger,
Who I remember but holding hands with;
Or someone in that spin-the-bottle group;
Funny, I just remember being there.
I’m sure I kissed Continue reading →
Go study vocally&locally the world’s scriptures&stones,
The alchemies, dualities, the shaman bones,
The orchestrations, oracles&orisons, The ritual kneelings&prayings, magics of gestures&gracings, The holy-writs, homilies, and horoscopings, The ritual celebrations, psalms, and bondings, The dogmas-the duties-the daily dictations……… Of tradition, orthodoxy, Continue reading →
This cry-sound-angst has a long history.
To sound the cry now is as the first time
Any creature felt it and body-shook
With death’s cry-hurt welled from deep inside,
Bursting to get outside and be yelled-out!
Since I’ve no clout — no friends no lovers about — and life’s a random-rout–
These songs keep coming back for some kind of sung —
Cause I’m getting older–so choir-clung-full of memories,
Can still feel the rhyme of blue Continue reading →