When we were coyotes / Lin’s song

My dream began in a meadow. It was early morning and the red sun was fast turning the frost into bright diamonds.
We were all there together as we are only that now we were coyotes.

This was a time of journey.  We ran at a good pace for two hours. Hondo was always in the back,sneering anytime we turned around unless of course it happened to be Ludi that locked eyes with him.

There was an evil spirit about Hondo.
Whenever we rested the ground would steam up and cloud around him. He had a deep knowing look that made us all ask questions of ourselves . Questions with only dark answers.  It was these questions that followed us like the steam that hung in Hondo’s fur, these questions that burned like the pit of our empty bellies.

As we rested in a poplar grove I asked Ludi why we didn’t make Hondo leave. He never hunted or scavenged for the pack but he never had the hunger on him . Ludi said the sky would tell me when it was time.

When we came to the great river it began to snow.  The tiny heavy snow that doesn’t want to stop. And it didn’t!
We laid down under a large rock outcrop. Ludi pointed his long sharp snout at Hondo as if to say ,”watch”.

On the third day we were a retched bunch. Lin was barely breathing . Sometimes she would sing our songs in a mumbling melody .She was between the waking and the dreaming and her vision was illuminated by the songs that spoke to us all . It said that we were dying.

As the sun fell on the third day I saw Hondo slowly slink away in the shadow of the snow laden cedars that so graciously blocked the wind from us.
I waited until he crossed the branch and then ran after. I followed his tracks for miles into a small clearing where Hondo stood over a newly dug hole devouring a family of rabbits. He looked up and sniffed the wind and turned his eyes on me. In that moment I knew that he had the gift of smell. He had never been hungry and he had never helped. Hondo charged toward me, blood falling into the snow off his steaming jowls. I braced and lurched forward, my heart was in my head ,pounding me into numbness. Hondo jumped for my throat his mouth open wide ,I jumped out of the way just in time to see Ludi take him down. The pack stood all around.When Hondo came to himself he was surrounded. We followed him in our circle until he had fed us all with moles and voles and rabbits and even grubs.

When the pain of starvation had left us we felt so relieved that we forgot about Hondo and his evil ways, all of us, excepting Ludi. Ludi attacked Hondo with all of us still in what appeared to be a circle of death. In the midst of the battle the snow stopped and the sun came out , Hondo’s tongue turned to fire and he let loose of a horrible moan.
The echo of that moan is all that remains of Hondo.


……………………………………………………………………………..dead fish

dead fish


a young girl drops tears on its cold still eyes

a teenage boy pokes it with a stick

an environmentalist blames the sky

a Christian sees a wounded symbol

the junkie counts his scales and hopes for a sum

the woman in the business suit pretends not to see

or smell

the Taoist says in his mind,”here is a dead fish”


Strings attached

Every star is tied to her heart
By harp strings yet unseen
So when you stand in her presence you hear the music of the stars
You make the music of the stars
For the rest of your life it vibrates within you
Sometimes if you see her picture or catch a wiff of her perfume you get to hear it



bill and sarah and the seed and the blue lightning

bill grabbed blue lightning and clung tight

rode it back up into the clouds

he had some seeds deep in his pocket

threw them off a cloud

sarah opened wide and drank the rain as it poured down

until a seed hit her on the tongue

she spit it on the ground

a tree grew up from the seed

and one day bill came down

he found a feather in the grass

beneath the tree of his seed

he laid the feather across his eyes

and there began to dream

sarah came and found him there

and kissed him as he slept

he awoke and told his story

while sarah sat and wept

they went to town and had a meal

they laughed until they cried

then sarah went back to her home

and bill climbed back into the sky

When I was a bird nest

When I was a bird nest
I never felt alone
When the eggs hatched at last
I was full of flesh and bone
When the fledglings squirmed about
I moved in synchronicity ,as if they were my own
When young ones learned to fly
I felt like a king dethroned
When the winter’s winds shook my tree
I fell down into the snow
When I rotted into the earth
I helped the tree to grow