posted March 01, 2002 12:00 AM         

and then i decided on you, never

leaving a trace, only keeping on with it

like yesterday's green tomatoes, you

slurping up the juice of cows as

if it were some great delicacy

eating seeds only now and then at holidays

trying so hard to break the great white

cow teat nectar, dressed up

in paper or plastic or candybar wrappers

it isnt easy to break this

easy addiction, making lines like

paths of debt for pain, baby cords in space

try to leave off these bovine sweeties

and sip the nectar of your

globular mama only waiting great green golf courses of

potential gardens, yards and yards of fertility

posted March 02, 2002 08:27 PM         

"I dreamed I was a stranger in a strange land
where humans were silent...and animals were wise
with little beady eyes of wistful knowing
yes, I dreamed that animals were kind...to their human pets
and not so blind as man and woman
to the linking of God's creatures...and the Oneness of All" ~ Linda Goodman in Gooberz

"...every tree near our house had a name of its own and a special identity. This was the beginning of my love for natural things, for earth and sky, for roads and fields and woods, for trees and grass and flowers; a love which has been second only to my sense of enduring kinship with birds and animals, and all inarticulate creatures."
~ Ellen Glasgow (1874-1945)