Bubble tent

How can one live in a tent. A glass bubble. A fort and not hear the cries of hungry wolves and thirsty children.

The Bear – Marian Engels ( Review)

Lou and the bear.

Lou the lady who works underground. . in the darkness… collecting the history of families … yellowed pictures. . foxy books. cataloging and long dark nights.

She gets a chance to spend a summer at Cray Island. A house.. more like a mansion. all for herself to catalogue .. books and furniture.. and a bear.

Bear a bear .. a male. the musk and dirt. the organic and natural. an inhabitant .. a fixture .. with every colonel there was a bear. he is the last of them.

this book caused a lot of controversy. . a woman in love with a bear. a love that evolved from companionship… caring.. feeding into a sensual beastiality. A woman craving a man.

Lou is conscious of her actions. she knows what she’s doing. she is not sugar coating .. she loves Bear. Looking for a real macho. something that’s not tainted. a pure form.

the erotica in this book is probably in the last quarter of it. It may be graphic for some, yet it’s there to show you how normal it can be.

Marian Engels did a marvelous job in this short novel. She truly transported the reader into the island. one can smell the sea and forget the city. forget the noise and pollution and venture into a dark Victorian library and relax with a bear sleeping by the fire.

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A love Supreme

John Coltrane’s A Love Supreme
Escaping into the night
The sixties… the beautiful and damned.
Camelot in its final act
Youth in the streets
Elders in high rise
America the young with a pox face

Soul on ice
Armies in the night
Black panther in Chicago

Petals on a wet black bough

        In a station of the metro
   Ezra Pound

Campuses on fire
Flesh blocked doors
Bullets Wizz in the dawn
Crimson river of existential ideas.

Who are you ?

Who are you she said

I am the beginning and the end.

A vigil

Candles in the night.
Across the universe from one side to the other.
Rivers. Oceans. Seas.
Continents. Terra nova and Terra ferma.
A sea of outraged silence.
Emotions rising up in the flesh
Traveling up throats
Trapped in cheeks

Emotions are bleak as the them houses
The houses by the Narrows.
The multi colored houses facing the ocean.
Yours and mine …

Walk with the others .. hand in hand.
Hold the sister by her hand
Into the creation
Into the center of the universe
To one place where we will
All be one.


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