~The Hundred Bites~
My Great-grandmother was a Cherokee woman whose son hid her from my sight. I never saw either of them in the flesh but, from the other side, she taught me to seek the Shaman through the See and the Danse, a swift eye-quest for vision, treatment of the warrior, the Sun Dance and fast, those hundred bits of flesh extracted, a ceremonial rite of passage. Behind passion’s eyes such songs exists.
As a twenty-one year old falling, pool cue broken on the back of my head, cue ball smashed into my mouth, choking on broken teeth, I looked up into a laughing face, broken beer bottle stabbed into my eye. I heard her sing-singing and his adam’s apple, “Yuk yuk-yuk”. I lunged and had it at once, that chicken neck thing. Exhaustion, exhilaration, as I dragged him to a corner to drink his blood. The danse had begun for me.
Introduction to: I
Our communication stolen, prisoners & parents controlled by handheld devices in the hands of schoolchildren & screws. What the hell you gonna do, Amerikan family? Don’t ask me fat boy. You sold us out when the citizens voted you in. I didn’t have anything to do with that shit.
Dead End Traffic
Friday afternoon, it is a long drive home. Woman on the telephone, dead animal in a pickup truck, stiff legs pointing wrong way up, driven by an eater of venison into the open, trapped at once. Maybe she’s talking to her man, sure as hell can’t drive. That thing is stuck to her face, could be she’s trying to talk it off. Ain’t no free rides in a land of gypsies.
Michael Annis (Senior editor of Howling Dog Press): “I published the entire Quodlibet in the OMEGA literary magazine online series. It is an amazing, gargantuan poem filled with some of the toughest writing you will come across. Profound, harrowing cantos of dark beauty, billowing with flames of passion, remorse, grace, despair and defiance. The howl of the WordWulf is terrifying to behold: terrifying with magnificence and truth.”