Strong Medicine

I have crossed T’s and dotted I’s For as long as I can remember. I have drank deeply of the words of lovers, fiends and prophets and taken each syllable to the head, like strong medicine sipped, draped in gazelle skins staring up at starry nights beneath the canopy of my ancestors.   Each speech, … Continue reading Strong Medicine

Rebirth?

I have worn out the words that describe rebirth. There are no new ways to recreate what is. The sculpture pulverized to dust, and water added, folded back into clay, then molded into some transcendent form, is still dust. Each palace built on opulence and verdant builder’s ego, with gilt and polished stones and cedar … Continue reading Rebirth?