Humiliation, a lone tree stripped colorless. Stands sacred among a forest of the living. Yellow needles and gray branches hidden. Beneath a canopy of invulnerability. But there, in the distance another, another. Point to the stormy sky, dashed of pride. They call to me, brother, sister, one of us. Naked lovers, we hold, tall and separate. In solidarity, burned by a vaporous sun. Stark poles, erect as wind and lightening.

There were songs that were like talismans during the writing process. These are songs I may not be able to hear again for a long time simply because they trigger the urge to work on that story, with those imagined characters. The new characters nudging in at the periphery will want other songs, other invitations.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018. Life Ends - How it Should Change Us. A dear friend of mine just lost her second round battling cancer on March 27th. More than that, however, our world lost the presence of one of the most positive, encouraging spirits I have ever met. Sadness fades as people ease back into routines. I hope it makes me different anyway. I want it to change me and h.

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