The past is just like a wake in your stern, as your Viking boat keeps sailing in the eternal present. We can remember what we need to stay positive about what we plan for the next day. The rest we can burn or use as a sacrifice to help others who need it.
Speaking of “hump day,” here’s my story about a Wednesday that will (fingers, toes, and eyes crossed) appear in an upcoming anthology about horror stories and songs that are discovered in an abandoned mine. Kokopelli is Damned required a lot of research on my part, but I enjoyed writing it, as it channeled my great-great grandmother’s aboriginal delight!. If you need it translated, then just got to “Tools” in Google Docs and choose the language of your specific tongue.
Before I show you my poems, I wanted to show you a link to a very talented young man and musician who’s the son of a friend who lives in Wales, U.K., Katharine Louise Frost Hemingway, a visual artist of profound and exceptional talents. To me, I know we sang before we talked and then wrote our language symbols. Symbols point to reality but can never be reality. Just as when I write fiction, I know I’ll never be able to capture the profundity and tragic ignorance of actual humanity.
But here are some poems, which are better than fiction and stories, because they come from the heart/mind/soul of one’s being. Please take what you need and leave the rest behind for others.