Saturday, November 19, 2016

What do you do when there's nothing left to hold on to?

Hanye, the Frog, was a powerful witch, and the people told her to give poison to Thoshipa. The Frog asked them what Thoshipa did in the night, and they answered that he had a long pole near the ocean, up which he climbed every night. So she went under the ocean, and one night, when Thoshipa was on the top of the pole and vomiting, Hanye swallowed the discharge and blew it back into his mouth, thus poisoning him. When he became sick, Thoshipa directed the people to make a house. After three attempts that resulted in imperfect structures, they succeeded in building a round, earthcovered house, in which they laid the god.

What do you do when there's nothing left to hold on to?Its about time, its about space, its about being lost in time. Nightmares, jokes and laugh, bumps in the road, dances in the dark. Dicks, dawgs, witches with skill, earth angels, the kids and goats, love and hate, horns to sound. Love and hate, horns of a goat, light and darkness, hits and misses, pages in a book: notes of donkeys tales, good times. Angels to call, angels in hosts, angels in all of us, night and day, joys and pains, lovers and dawgs., dicks and lovers on the down low.

Before leaving his children he instructed them how they were to burn his body, telling them they should always observe the same custom when one of their number died. When the people saw that Thoshipa was dying, they cried bitterly. The creator told his people about the moons, and what time of the year was proper for the planting of various crops, giving to each new moon a name.What do you do when there's nothing left to hold on to?


Image result for Veterans Prey,Harry Riverbottom, Veterans to races, faces to watch, good times, fun and games, nuts for the others, jumps for joys, houses for heroes, houses for homeless veterans: To address housing matters, races to races: horses to run, horses to race, pages to turn, love and luck, horse and pony shows. Rain-racers, windows and doors open wide, horses to place. Indians to horns, horses to race, hand to hand, hearts in hands, joys and pains, lights to shine.

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