June 19th, 2024 Half Dome Diaries
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There was on my property an old gnarled stump, it was weathered and hardened, It was aesthetically pleasing as d… but I decided to take it to a spec…
I thought of a human birth And I glanced up ’Twas dusk, early and bright still And close to me it fell through the sky and burned
Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.
Two onyxes atop another out where the witch frolics, the signal clear, it rang through my throat so loudly I frightened myself:
Every time I leave my parents’ ho… I am filled with a sweet sorrow. It has taken me half a lifetime to… and now I love them so dearly, so… They nor I are getting younger
The Eye of Providence harbors no grudge holds no thought of evil Knowing this you may boil in oil
Forget shoplifting, not pushing your cart back to the cart-corral is the true crime. Amazing,
You can ask to be shown opened unto a dimension and realm but woe unto thee fleshly being
Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.
S, I gotta tell you, this sixty-five cents is worse than a lump of coal. I pray the remover of obstacles
Finally alone, I lie with a volum… I venture again to hear the injunc… normally I savor their sensitivity… but tonight all I can think about
Nirvana is acquittal, wearing sweatpants in an empty cou… drunk, singing songs about the Southland. God has fashioned my heart like a…
As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.
Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,
It occurs to me now that no one hears my song. Still young, I am discarded. I don’t anticipate being surprised at my aloneness in old age.