Dusk.

Prayer for My Mother

-Rick Kempan

"...Let the living past be vibrant in her

dreams each night, her mother, her brother

at her side, showering her with love."

Stuff that comes out of me.

Urinating
Defecating
Farting
Burping
Vomiting
Sweating
Nails and Hair growing
Spitting
Exhaling
Gametes
Bleeding
Sneezing
Coughing
Snots
Ear wax
Words
Snoring
Lacrimation

New Moon

The full moon is all flash and look at me.
The new moon intrigues me because it is hidden
and mysterious. I use Google skymap to see where it
is lurking in the daytime sky and imagine
what else is hidden in plain sight.

This had me tripping balls. It will become clearer towards the end.

http://soundcloud.com/the-story-collider/aaron-wolfe-saving-hubble

Out the window at work.

An old man

Aimee came up to me,
leaned on his aluminum cane
and reached up and patted my beard
asking
"How long have you had that thing?"

Durga had had enough. The injustice of this disease needed more than plaintive mourning and she struck out and signaled I am still here.