last two in the series
the poem from scrib’d
December 1, 2011
Today
A day to remember, reflect on those lost. Not only those who have perished in the fight but those who are blind to it totality for both are tragedies that need not have happened.
There has never been a serious fight against AIDS by the US Government and it has always been the community that has pushed and achieved education, prevention, always the community that has stood the line and taken the risks and this next year is not the year to rest on our laurels as we will have not earned them until we have fought for and won a cure. I fight for nothing less. A cure is what is needed and until then – so do your partners, your friends and loved ones a favor – get tested. If that isn’t enough for you – think this – AIDS is an ugly way to die (sorry Micael) and we all know how much you want your corpse to be pretty.
Get tested, have a pretty corpse.
I post this for Micael who isn’t in Heaven, thankfully, but all his paintings hang there.
November 7, 2011
scribd
Scribd, as introduced to me by my friend and publisher, Lynne Hayes, is quite the cool tool and has garnered me a few new readers. I’m loving it.
Anyway, here are a few links to there if you were at all interested.
the artist dreams of nightsong…
All but one of those are available for free download and I strongly encourage you to download them, print them out and possibly hand a few out to a few people – or any of them can be obtained through me for the cost of shipping and they will then be signed except for hands on the hips – for that go to the page in print/for sale. FYI – the artist dreams of nightsong is best printed on a legal size page.
November 1, 2011
This and more
This poem is better represented in the now available copy of ‘gypsy bars, back alleys and one way streets‘ from Free Penny Press. Download your own copy – link to it on FB and Google+ – tweet it – nominate for various prizes and print copies to hand out to friends and lovers.
you are my own brother
– For MC
you are my own brother.
my AIDS stricken angel.
a heartbreak.
2.
I’ve come to find
I’ve always loved you
and out love flow thick
through shared veins.
could I promise you a rose garden?
or no, a field of daisies and sunflowers.
3.
you cannot help but be beautiful
and lovely
in summer hats
still dancing
under umbrellas in the rain.
– Hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 