Witness

I sat with him

and he with me

cross legged, back ridged

as things should be

 

Tiny we went

then big and expanse

we experienced loss of form

and concern for circumstance 

Warm shroud illumination

alit his eyes

showed him the why’s

of what he despised

Past cocoon washed adrift

folded within itself

dissolving in mist;

a resonance shift

From the bottom of spine

tears bubbled forth

a slate wiped clean

by hands divine

Bunny Brain

I must tell you I had the strangest dream the other night.  No, no, no it was nothing like that…don’t look at me so!  If I tell you, you must promise not to try and analyze me like last time.  That never works out.  I end up looking daft for what I’ve confessed, and you look like a right twit trying to figure me out.  The faster you admit that you’ll never know a woman’s mind the smarter you’ll appear in the long run.  

It all started when I ate a rabbit the other day.  Have you had rabbit before?  Let me tell you they are delectable.  I’ve had white ones, brown ones, but no matter the color they are simply divine!  Why are you looking at me with that scrunched up face?  I swear your eyebrows couldn’t knit together more evenly had my Great Gran done it herself!  Oh I get it…  Well before you give me the, “Why would you’s” and the “How could you’s” you know that people were eating all kinds of things like that before we had Supermarkets.  Where do you think the meat in such places comes from?  Did you think it was magic; some kind of Geni?  We remove ourselves from part of the equation, get someone else to do the dirty work, but that doesn’t make it equal out to a different outcome for those critters.  You see what I’m saying?

Anyhow, so in the dream I am being attacked by bunnies, and… What are you laughing for?  You think people can’t be attacked by those masses of soft fur?  I tell you those little creatures aren’t as innocent as they appear!  All long ears, pink noses, whiskers swishing to and fro…there’s got to be something to that don’t you think?  Who do they think they are fooling with those cute little fluffy tails?  Do you know how fast rabbits replicate? 

I know what you are thinking.  Serves me right for putting Peter Cottontail on a platter, time for me to get my just deserts right?  Well I did put it into the dark freezer; I like to think it brings out the flavor you see.  But it wasn’t like he was alone was he?  He had the peas and carrots right beside him to keep him company; it was more than most had.  Besides, it wasn’t like his stay would be a long one was it?  ‘Tis the feasting season and all that.

You’re still looking at me funny…Do I have chocolate on my face?  I just finished up the last of the rabbit before I got here. 

Birthing

In the beginning

when strands
of life circle
began to weave

An otter’s whisker was

given by the sea’s
briny kiss to
snow covered

sandy

slopes

Out of foamy

vows unspoken

burst forth

Great Horned Owl

Dripping from watery cocoon

wings gulped great gusts

of salty mists
silent as the moon

      Rising

          rising

rising

until upon boughs of cedar

he became wise counsel

of the Earth children

Over generations of

swiveling witness

he took note of the

Earth children’s history

Great Horned Owl

began to lament over

their lack of discipline

and repeated mistakes

He called out

to the ancients

about this

disturbing tug-o-war

But wind stole

the words

from formless lips

and he found himself alone

Still he waited until

he grew so fat

on ignorance

that he would burst from story

Down

down

down from the tempest

mountain crest

to the first clan

he flew

Watching for one

deemed worthy

to bear witness

the oral traditions

Become the Storyteller

and instill lessons

unique to his

band of people

For days and days

he visited the children

and assigned the honor

to many

Then venturing into the forest

he vowed to make love to the night

where the mistakes of the people

could not shine as bright

In The Company Of Women

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Calla Lilies

Calla Lilies are my favorite flowers, they are such an elegant classic.  This is the latest of my paintings.  I am working on a lotus next.

Abide the Rain

When you live on the west coast of Canada, in the middle of rainforest country, you better be able to abide the rain. 

Those clear drops don’t look like much, and that is entirely part of their wicked charm.  They will pull at you, trying to wash away the colors of your world, leaving you a bedraggled mess of depression. 

Low lying cloud cover will make you run for duvet feathers while you are committed to long loud yawns that no amount of coffee seem able to banish.

In the last six hours I have seen several different kinds of rain.  There are the huge drops that fall fast to the ground that look like short lines rather than actual drops.  They transform slightly into drops that almost look like snow they are so big and reflect so much of the grey skies.  These ease up to the slower cousins that bounce upwards as they commit suicide upon the asphalt.  Then again the drops diminish in size, shifting with direction; utterly content to play follow the leader with the winds.  For hours, days and weeks this will be how the days will knit together, married to the fog.

Yes, if you are to put down roots in a rainforest, you better be able to abide the rain.

Pulp Tattoos

This business of books

entirely exhausting

These words written

within calcified
emotional shell

Waiting for those

whom explore
pulped tattoo

Restless from a

caffeinated afternoon
spent flirting
with cumulous
through dirtied
winters glass

Transfixed
I watch

feathered friends flight
ever hopeful
for Springs winking eye