~night fires/night shade~

~we gathered in smoke rooms~
~awaiting night shade~
~naked as mice~
~my sons & me~
~dancing with devils~
~avoiding your gods~

I wrote Night Fires a while back. My youngest son, Zedidiah, handed off some of his writing to me. Night Shade is a good example of his writing and introspective nature. We will soon release a collection of poetry, our work, father and son. The voices of my children ring through me. They are part and parcel of every breath I take, each beat of my heart a spirit-speak.

~night fires~

~we gathered in smoke rooms~
~spoke in loud voices~
~& hushed whisper asides~
~music was our universe~
~a collective endeavor~
~the blending of chord & discord~
~a madman shrieking & crooning~
~laughing at death when it entered the room~
~opium wars sustain us~
~they are the philosophy of emperors~
~the coinage of thieves~

~at three o’clock on a summer afternoon~
~middle of life she came to him~
~hungry lips & sparkling eyes~
~twilit promises~
~his hands made circles~
~found pleasure in the flaws of her flesh~
~she was the woman of his danse~
~the promised creature of his see~
~their lives exploded on the mattress~
~ecstasy is a mean judgment~
~in its power to diminish~
~all other moments to little consequence~

~when the tiny bird flew from his hand~
~his heart cried that it would go~
~even so his spirit thrilled~
~at its magnificence a-wing~
~in total acceptance of its freedom~
~joined by others of its kind~
~the winged thing was lost to him~
~in a cloud of feather dust~
~the cage of his owning empty~
~he sat reverently on the trash heap~
~what was left & right~
~stared awestruck at his naked hands~

~the yardsticks of our lives~
~are a measure what is lost~
~our ability to survive~
~a matter of acceptance~
~honor & homage~
~pride & humility~
~balance balance~
~the complicated courage required~
~to simply learn when to let go~
~the where & were of separation~
~that part of what we have is what we don’t
~we are children of earth~
~that which life teaches us to be~
~& choices damned and blessed~
~unique creatures in a human maelstrom of choices~

~each sinew of the woman~
~the ecstasy of her desire~
~are an essence hard-wired~
~melted within his super-consciousness~
~spine tingling & nerve-wracking~
~his brain bowl shudders~
~fingers & toes flex to grasp~
~heat heat ~& losing his grip~
~what if she doesn’t/what if she does~
~the room is hazy aflutter~
~he drops his mind on the floor~
~never mind she doesn’t because she does~

~trains pounding down the rails~
~track spines backbeats of centuries~
~uncertain & chaotic rhythm~
~whistles howling through the crossroads~
~graffiti from Billings and Spokane~
~adorning iron packages announcing~
~we got coal mountains we got~
~counting cars one hundred & thirteen~
~remembering the clang drop stick down~
~what if I just don’t stop~
~ride it out~
~counting cars one hundred & thirteen~

~we gathered ‘round the stone circle~
~children running & chasing~
~trails of new breath on the chill night~
~awaiting the keeper of the flame~
~gatherers filled the fire pit chiminea~
~with offerings from tree friends~
~the keeper arrived with his magic~
~the seer told us her stories~
~children lay their heads on our breasts~
~they slept & we made love~
~tending our night fires~
~awaiting dawn~

Night Shade
by Zedidiah {Zoodious} Sterner

As we sit and wait under the night shade.
As the darkness casts its shadow.
The unknown creeping into our thoughts.
Imagination overwhelming takes control.
Drifting back to why.
The silence screaming its way inside.
Growing louder.
You breathe.

We always wonder what and why. Everyone, right? I am not alone in this. Though I often feel I am. A lost cause. Is my cause. Maybe im here to help. To understand. As I watch. I wonder. Why slipping in. it wont seem to leave me. These thoughts build up build up. Till I spill them through my hands. It is funny to watch people. As they show the opposite of whom they claim to be. My observations have taught me to see the truth. Make me stronger. But disappointed. And finally led to the realization that I am the lost. Searching. For. It, the unknown. How does one find what they do not know? Probably by accident. I have yet to stumble across it.

Inquiries: tracy@traceliteraryagency.com & wordwulf@wordwulf.com
© artwork & words conceived by & property of
Zedidiah {Zoodious} & Tom {WordWulf} Sterner ©


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