My friend just had a double mastectomy, was in the middle of radiation treatments
requested that she go on the trip that she had planned all year with her husband
Her job of 20 years was in Healthcare Insurance policies, and was laid off this month.
She believes that there is a spirit that has laid out this entire plan for her life, as is.
I wished her a food filled, laugh a minute, get in her husband pants vacation, in my pagan way.
There are rooms and rooms of books
That is the treasure, that is a poet’s bequest,
Her poems are scholarly, eluding to great works
Only one that she sent my daughter that
had an emotion, a nightmare, a clue to her
It will be the one that will rest her coldness.
Biologists are never dirty
highly sexual behaviors
make this species much
less aggressive than the
common chimp, need I say more?
Brains are very fragile things
you think they are just fine
then you discover strange glitches.
If an obsession develops about jealousy
let’s say, the person will feel unable to
bear the imaginings that are beneath.
It is make believe in their head, yet
all that consumes their very survival.
This day is perfectly fine
no rushing will gain more
I can smell fresh earth
and sense wonder in a petal
Your eyes were not designed to perceive
the vivid beauty of magnificent love birds
Novels are fiction and yet they can create reality
Today I was outside a country store in my car
a car pulled up and “the writer” of the book I read
walked out and I never met him, yet there he was
Just a strange peek into how our lives intersect
I texted Do you believe in a god? He said No
You? I said I believe that energies we don’t
understand are part of these strange happenings
Tesla knew
