September 17, 2009


I am building a bridge to close a gulf in the night
rickety boards held up by nothing more than my
steps on them. When there is no light I must use
my other senses. Feel me reach for you over the
inky water. Let the breeze of my fall
from the planet move your hair. Walk with
me fearlessly. Let our faces, give the moon a
place to reflect when she is disappearing. As
we know she is never gone. Oh occupation!
Lifetime endeavor! Join me as I travel brightly
the un-certaintude of the happy yes of loss.


After an artifact of the Auschwitz-Birkenau Museum Before we left Oswiecim, went to work elsewhere for the devil, and we left you to ...