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    Monday
    27Apr

    Your Palm Read in Late April

    It's true. It's not a seasonal thing. It is ongoing and will not pass. A maiming thing that has us collide, take pills, smoke various medicines, stay drunk, collect and dispose of lovers. Loose small pieces of paper.

    Horrible, you think how it would be to just drive your fucking car off highway 1 straight into the ocean. Ravenous, you go to China Town and buy roast duck and rice. Eat just about the whole thing in your room, glad your alone, happy to not share.

    Saturday
    28Mar

    Wrapped in Thunder a Novel of Amnesia

    Chapter One

    Railway Vision.

    Fox in the chicken coup, we run across the field. The boy smells like sun and late wind. I sleep soundly when you hold me and when I sing to the stars they get brighter. Fox in the chicken coup.

    Chapter Two

    Which you must swim to - We take the apples from the old man's tree and don't feel bad because he never eats them anyway. We fall down and tumble through the neighbors orchard. That's the same day Lynnea fell into the nettles from the rope swing.

    Later out at Dungeness we eat raw oysters from the shore, turning over grey rocks the color of  November.  A high fever showed me the spotted dancers.

    Chapter Red, to be sung in Winter

    Small Serpent, winged. Here are your antlers wrapped in Thunder.

    Mother Trucker, the Chapter of Question

    The young girl hikes up her skirt, shows her skinned knees to her uncle. They say I'm cold for saying this. I'm still thinking about that girl. I say it's dirt. There's incest and penetration in the air.

    The galvanize roof, his Formica table, her Johnnie Walker. It's been decades and still she thinks her daughter is 9.

    Blessed Chapter

    Not just in a Blue Moon         and we made love secretly in Côte d'Ivoire

    It does not matter what you use it for, just a little time left. Wrap me around lily's.

     I am the field

    cane harvest

    a scrapped sky

     

    See how I fade with the hours

                                           years

                                        glances

                                          words

    this is my palm

    of a way

    Some say

    Saturday
    07Mar

    follow

    (PRAYER AT DEVILS GULCH BY THE DISREMEMBERED)

                              tonight
    dogs worry their chains
    she can still smell the raw cold steel of the gun barrel
    the cherry grip handle, crosshatched, well oiled
    tonight she tosses sage, cedar, sweet grass and tobacco into to rubbish bin

    forsaking all protection

    the acrid taste of a backhand                  copper
                                                  rises in her mouth
                                                     brings her home

    to

    calloused hands, edge of the woods, unseen
    where furled leaves turn black when no one sees
    beneath the weight

    Tuesday
    24Feb

    I Tried

    And here's the.. still incomplete list of my arsenal.  Why is this even news worthy? Because I have not had to take antibiotics for... forever, so it's a big deal that I am on them as of today.

    Have had the super flu and coughing up crud for two and half weeks.. blahh. So, here are some of the herbs and resins I have been taking. I am still taking some of them mainly Reishi, Ganoderma lucidum and Maca, Lepidium meyenii to regain my strength.

    Just look at this picture, it is what a 'No Parking' sign looks like in the rain forest. How the hell can anyone heal their lungs in all this dampness, constant rain, fog, lichen growing on my face, moss and usnea become my hair. I want to drive to the Mojave and stay there for 3 weeks. Hope you are all staying warm and healthy.



    Jacksta's February Medicines:

    Propolis

    Strikedown, Echinacea

    Elderberry, Sambucus

    Pau d’ Arco, Tabebuia impetiginosa

    Yerba Santa, Eriodictyon californicum

    Horseradish, Armoracia rusticana

    Thyme, Thymus vulgaris.

    Yarrow, Achillea millefolium

    Eyebright, Euphrasia

    Golden Rod, Solidago

    Osha, Ligusticum porteri

    Garlic, Allium sativum

    Goldenseal, Hydrastis canadensis

    Umckaloabo, Pelargonium sidoides

    Slipperly Elm, Ulmus rubra

    Licorice, Glycyrrhiza glabra

    Myrrh,

    Olive leaf, Olea folium

    Elecampane

    Boneset, Eupatorium perfoliatum

    Horehound, Marrubium vulgare

    Mullein, Verbascum thapsus

    Cayenne, Capsicum frutescens

    Woad, Istatis

    Angelica, Angelica archangelica

    Ginger, Zingiber officinale

    Reishi, Ganoderma lucidum


     

    Saturday
    14Feb

    Valentine

    (For You)

    you are  the phosphorescence

    my leaf

    my wing

    lunar moth

    and are sweet in my mouth as Douglas fir tips

    a scent i know well on you, citrus combined with fir

                                                I seek you always

                                                on the singed wings of angels

     

     

    in the moist tongue

    furled in dream

     

    i lay down in the loam with Michael, with Gabriel

    who are assigned to the cardinal directions

    of your astral body

     

    i hear you on the empty sea

    immense tide. mouth of the river

     

    i stand here on this coastal shore naked, holding the red stones beneath the tyrant sky

     

    my unbraided hair

    this temple of birds

    hallucination

    earth and sky day and night