Dionysus of a moment

Pouring Wine
This is my sacrament
nobody’s blood—
save maybe Mother Earth’s—
simply an elegant wine
full of the richness of life
and incomplete
without the ambiance
created by this gathering
fine folks sharing in common
this wine
this moment
this evening.
 
For this moment
in this conscious action
I become Dionysus
to drink my own blood
and know
that we are all
holy and blessed
in the sacrament
of this communion
this wine
this moment
this evening.

We the Cutters

It is Merely Flesh
Do you imagine it to hurt? Do you
imagine that blood stings like tears? In cuts
one inflicts within his own flesh, some true
crime drives guilt clean. Control is all that shuts
off the swell of anger; pain must out! Ruts
we all live in smell of graves without doors,
death a crouching craven lurks—his muts
claw at [...]

AVESTA — Zoroastrian Archives

AVESTA — Zoroastrian Archives
Now these boys are really fun. I find this absolutely fascinating. Much of it tends to burrow into my fiction now and again. I love Persian/Sanskrit names.
It fascinates me for numerous reasons:

parallels to KJV
departures from traditional Christian doctrine
bleeds among the Abrahamic religions
Archetypal aspects of the Beings named
Anthropological implications of climate/environmental influences on [...]

TC Baylor poem honors Hendrix

Bargeman’s Song (for Hendrix)

TC Baylor

took a 45 to my head
bout a hundred year ago
still got that bigbore beauty-
mark on my soul
butterflies and rainbows . . .
thought I could touch the sky
but ole iron McCluggage
gets in the way
ole man river just carry it away . . .
y’all don’ know what goes in there
till you been a [...]

Today’s Mantra

I am born of stardust,
made alive by God’s own breath.
I own my power.
I am as I am.
I permit others this right as well.
I love myself, and I am as I love myself.
Love is my birthright.
Knowledge is my birthright.
Power is my birthright.
I am blessed. I bless all others.
I create my destiny.
To love and hope I cling.