kathleen

Subconscious processes swarm and switch
While all of humanity I spell to bewitch

And indeed they do make love – violence and greed!

It is not as if the world were dead
For it lives inside my little head

Oh embrace me my darkness, Erebos my love
Guide me through this burning light

Give me your Kaos and Discord
Your Thanatosian delight

Bestow on me thy Nacissus
And Nyxian of night

En…

it’s more than seeing dead people

You know the Russians during the Afghan war made landmines out of toys to dismember children as a way to affect their parents from fighting.

there is a mass of energy in my hands
curling around my fingers in strands
like the longest, wildest hair
i move with the moon’s tidal song
but avoiding those Sirens all forlorn
under furt…

Then I saw a vision of the two of them bargaining and negotiating over a set of craps dice that came up snake eyes. This was too heavy; this was bigger than the Universe.

Slamming it shut the young student marveled at the dust that rose to air from the faded red dyed edged pages. The black fabric of the cover was tattered and course fibres sprang from the bindi…

Selena opened her small wooden cupboard door just enough. She thought it was morning, and the sliver of burning sunshine that slapped her face confirmed that her waking meal would arrive soon.…

Talk to the hand!

I have no statistics but an overwhelming number of artists find creativity in the earth, nature and the Great Mother herself.

Trapped inside these walls
Again…

She stares at that space
Sit still my girl and they won’t sense your mind
Her heart is pounding with confused understanding
Again…

She watches how to…

They took me into a cell with a single mattress on the floor and a slit in the door to see through. Then they stabbed me in the bottom with an injection that took me to far off space…

Let it issue forth that today Hell froze

will what I choose condemn just me?

I want to fly
higher than the sky
floating in space

~ 2005

a ray filtered through my muddy pool
spawns the emotions of a ghoul
I find a marble fist my tool
and I struggle to live by the rules

fool

my eyes see