the Sacred Ganja is abundant
planning for the Solstice 08
hung out with Mike today
wanting to stay in Tallahassee
the land of " little hills" as translated by a half Cherokee friend
the last native settlement overlooks the divide where the sea used to come a long time ago
my city itself is situated over an ancient beach. I currently live in what would have been under water many millenia ago. salt-flats as they are called now. miles of shallow mostly warm saltwater sandy bottom gulf. the Gulf of Mexico was mostly formed by a meteor impact around the Yucatan peninsula and Fl. my city was actually waterfront, which is today about 50 miles south. The Appalachian mountains end north of here in S. Georgia, foothills into north Tallahassee. they used to end in the gulf until sedimentary sand washed up and accumulated, and the water receded a long time ago. this is where I have spent most of my days. sometimes I want to disappear into a familiar swamp. many places in S. Tally remind me of UP and west bengal. Palm trees, sand. scrub oak and pine. poor black folks scavenging. fresh air. hospitality.
This is also my life. spanning the margins. hope and despair. life and death. breath or no breath, perhaps, but that is too dramatic. drama. when the drama goes, where do we go? the meteors fly by?
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