I see the rosary first. The loop is entwined between fingers and over hands clasped together in a solid grip as if for prayer. The pendant of the crucifix hangs over the knuckles in a way that strikes me at first as an apotropaic amulet, then as a visual censer, and lastly as a key to a lock that disturbs me with its implication.
So I look at the person holding it instead. Continue reading Dream Journal: 2017-02-15.01
“That’s stupid! You’re stupid! This is all STUPID AS HECK!” The boy wrenched himself away from the man dragging him towards the brightly colored camp. He left his brightly hued head cloth in the furious man’s grip as he stuck his tongue out in disrespect and turned to run away. Continue reading Dream Journal: 2017-02-12.01
There is [wine]
in the cup.
The foamy surface clings
and the cup
and the flesh
that tested its
strength. Continue reading Earth[in] Blood
If Gordon White’s podcast “Talking Magical Realism, Curanderismo & Empire with Jesse Hathaway Diaz” had dropped this time last year, I would have flung the phone out the window and sulked off to as savage an anti-Christian position as I could physically and emotionally get. Continue reading Spiritual Journal: 2017-02-10.01
“You’ve been following me for fucking weeks! What the fucking hell do you want?!” Continue reading Dream Journal: 2017-02-08.01
Shit is getting to the point where all I’ll have to do is post the word “bitch”, and you’ll know that Keri/Weaver got her ass spiritually ganked and thrown in the spiritual boot again. Continue reading Spiritual Journal: 2017-02-05.01
I’m not Catholic. Hell, I’m not even Christian anymore. So why am I holding on to a broken rosary? (Again.) It’s cheap as fuck, of shitty quality wood on a shittier quality yarn that self-shredded itself inside of an unopened cloth bag closed up in an unopened interior purse pocket. I don’t keep junk. And I have already replaced it. So why am I keeping it? Continue reading Spiritual Journal: 2017-02-02.01
Earth acts upon and through earth, and we can hear it from a distance. See also, the landslide and the earthquake.
Water acts upon and through water, and we can hear it from a distance. See also, the raging river and the choppy sea.
Fire acts upon and through fire, and we can hear it from a distance. See also, the wildfire and the hearthfire.
Air acts upon and through air, and we can only hear it when it acts upon something not air. Standing on the ground looking up at clouds passing a scant hundred feet over my head, pushed with obviously vigorous winds, and I realize I don’t hear anything. Continue reading Spiritual Journal: 2017-01-28.01
Dreamt I was dealing with the dream version of “everyday bullshit” when I looked up into the rotated night sky. The compass points no longer had any meaning, and the only way to tell which way I was headed was to compare my heading with constellations. Continue reading Dream Journal: 2017-01-16.01
After a long day, I laid down to go to sleep. I closed my eyes in comfort. And gurgled. Continue reading Dream Journal: 2017-01-15.01