here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) e e cummings
...fresh snow in the gully, the smooth running water, a new year is arriving.
What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other? - George Eliot
"...l just want to see my two daughters." - Spike christmas eve
For some reason l am reminded of spike every now and then. It was many years ago that l knew him, visited him and his dog butch, a big raggy german shepherd that stood by his side, waiting for crumbs, waiting for stroking hands, waiting just for him. I would visit spike and butch every couple of weeks while cycling around downtown, and would bring smokes and once l brought some meager snack for butch. I was over there one christmas eve, sharing my smokes, petting butch, shared in spike's bottle of bad wine,a big generic green gallon bottle . At some point spike said he was hungry so l volunteered to make him something to eat.. I remember not finding much in his cupboards - just like a fairly tale there were crumbs with the inside of his fridge being a pale yellow ketchup stained empty wasteland. All l remember finding was a cabbage and decided that this would be find, l could boil it and spike wouldn't go hungry. Well the inside of the cabbage was crawling with little white worms, so that kindof put a damper on spike's appetitie and we just had another smoke instead. I listened to spike talk of the neighbor, a young girl with child. He told me that she had been out of diapers, out of food, out of money, so he gave her the few bucks that he had. He was so proud, so happy with his gesture, it made me happy, made me feel glad to be there, to be with spike and butch, to share in something so simple.
now when the streets get hungry, baby you can almost hear them growl someone's setting a place for you when the dogs begin to howl -twaits