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Spring Renewal: Death of A ChinaBerry Part 2

This week I watched the towering dead China Berry release her brittle-bone branches one by one. The sheer magnitude of her ginormous limbs crashing to the ground at the pull of a chainsaw was both terrifying and astounding, saddening and liberating.  In her destruction the thunderous roar announced her decent in a most chilling way. A powerful scream echoing her departure from the sky she once stood magnificently within, pulling wisdom from the moon, life from the sun, strength from the…

Suspended

For nearly 12 years I have attended the biannual Tempe arts street fair for the single purpose of seeing Ora Tamir’s surreal wonderlands. As if painted from within the landscapes of my own soul, her enchanting beings draw me in to a universe her and I have once shared. Each year I become braver and braver in my incitation of conversation, usually after I have spent some time preening over her latest masterpiece, I break into a humble will and…

Conversations with Death

At a distance, creeping along the horizon I heard a curious hum of the Cicada chorus steadily approach like a wave in the full belly of the sea.  As the vibration grew closer it intensified like a like a flash flood breaking through the forest…the high pitched buzzing and unavoidable magnitude of their song echoed in the walls of my mind, eroding my own thoughts so that I could not think of anything other than the presence of their sound…

Silence Speaks

In my cozy bed of bird blankets, pillow pets and the most loyal and concerned boxer-pup draped at my restless feet, I am sipping on marshmallow root and liquorish tea, hoping the soothing elixir will expel the infection from my lungs and return me the voice I lost 3 days ago.  In lue of all the surgical procedures, my immune system is shot to say the least.  It was already desperately overwhelmed and compromised, probably the invitation that brought the…