grassy parking spot with bald tire tracks
pure whipped butter too much bacon
naps and crackles of the fire
bonfire so big
a wheelbarrow fulls worth of flames
fork in a sausage dropped in the ash
naked sauna madness
watching him dance sideways on the pebbles under the full moon
talking and laughing
stars sticks white rocks and endless layers of white waves coming towards us
a shell for the soap
i saw you play the thumb piano into the dogs ear last night
the door opens and closes letting in the cold outside
and now we are home
lights on shining down on the street our glowing home
our home
i love our home and all the stuff inside us

excited with fries

lavender short bread
afternoon naps
karaoke duet with a new friend
our favorite cabin in guemes
christmas cards in the mail box
baths with a candle and cedar oil
onions and cheese whiz
lavender short bread

death and love

there is a little photograph framed in tinfoil
it's Clarence Amos gardener Jr
he lived with me on oak st until i kicked him out for masturbating in the living room
or something like that
and threw a stack of Cd's at his head
luckily it missed cause i love the guy

i met him at the cafe Montreal
i was a waitress and he played guitar
didn't really have a home but loved the blues

he melted his buttons in my oven once
trying to dry his pants
after a long walk about during the winter
he walked a lot and loudly greeted pretty much anyone who passed by

Suzanne killed herself last Tuesday
after years of mental illness
struggling to beat the dragons and demons

I'm sure it was her that made the door drift open at the top of the service

i asked:
are you here Suzanne
and i hear yes
of course she was

eggnog logs dogs crackers and Hawaiian shirts
cat licking milk from a heart shaped plate
hot dates sleeping on the dryer
crying and crying nodding head
Irish accent
the lesbian minister
i liked her style

who brought open her palms just like in the pictures
summoning rays of intelligence divinity solar beams of magic
tragic loss

beards hand washing
correspondence with a girl in France
the last dance Hawaiian loveliness a kiss
last dance headbangers no friends no matter
fabric and fake flowers
burning my foot on the iron and soaking it in the shower
or the sink
and the lost babies

it's Christmastime
sweaters fire logs dogs on the bed
toques and sleds
and curled up in bed
with ice bags

oranges wrapped in paper

i miss her laugh

i am happy because i feel practically normal today
i took a walk
and made smiles with dogs
i have a good life
even if i keep fucking things up every other day

ghost house guilt tripper
cheese please me
water walker old tree baby greentree
ghost daughter
hanging in a tree
kissing streets
licking out your tongue at me!

he is yelling at me

and the lovely girl sings songs into our room.

firecracker

we love you wild woman
be at peace

radio
beer
beef barley soup
making fuck(as Harry would put it)
my spot in front of the fire