murder

There are some places so dark, you don't want to be there. 

Grief

I hover around the edges of your bowl

But I won't put my feet into your abyss.

Who can take a life? What goes on in that mind? Nothing? Blind rage? Blank void ugly

Do you lack the ability to understand the infinite repercussions of your actions?

You can never take it back, never make it right or whole again. You can never atone for your sins, 

never be forgiven

You can never escape the ramifications or the stigma or the hatred from others. 

Did you do this out of anger? fury, rage, inadequacy, drug induced insanity

I keep searching for an explanation but there isn't one. Your reasoning - no matter what it is - will never be acceptable. and although I know this, I keep asking. As if that will fill the gap, stop the leak

What reason could you possibly have that will make sense!

I hate to see your face next to hers. I hate that you are associated with my beautiful friend for all time. I hate that your hands touched her. I hate that you were the last person to see her alive. I hate hate hate 

I HATE.

I hate you. I hate every molecule of your being. Every particle of air you breathe. Every movement you make. I hate that you are living. I hate that you lie and that you will never understand what you have done. I hate that you have robbed children of their mother and her of them. A husband of his wife. You have not only stolen our friend, and robbed her of her life - you have left us with these horrible images in our heads that will haunt us even in sleep. We see it over and over again in our heads - what we never saw with our eyes Thank God.

Did you see your hands doing it? Did you enjoy it? Did you get a sick demented thrill from cutting her and watching her life drain away? YOU SICK FUCK

I hope you rot in prison in agony for eons upon eons just like the man who killed Dan. I hope you feel every single bit of anguish you have caused others 1000 fold and I hope it destroys you. 

Portuguese Fava Beans

First  I soaked the dried, shelled fava beans over night. Then boiled them till soft. Couldn't find canned fava beans. 

Sauteed onions and garlic

Stirred onion, garlic, parsley, tomato sauce, red pepper flakes, and water into the beans. Add salt & pepper as you like. Let it simmer to bond flavors.

Mine looks much different than the canned bean version but I still like it! First time I ate fava beans. Has an earthy taste. Good fall flavor.

I was hoping someone would bring me Chianti and their brainz, but no such luck. 

Get the recipe here Recipe on allrecipes.com

Rhino conservation at Motswari Private Game Reserve

Photo by Chad Cocking

Fascinating blog entry link below about rhino conservation efforts in South Africa. Darting the rhino from helicopter, microchipping their horn, and notching their ear for identification. All in effort to combat poaching. Stunning photos!

http://www.motswariblog.blogspot.com/2012/07/30th-june-doing-it-for-rhinos.html

Who is this woman

She was just the oldest thing. 

Curious tresses, ivy vined hair.

aerial angel

If you were halls, I'd walk through you forever

everything you say, everything you listen

on your island

I am there somehow

drop down from aerial maps

I'd lick the rain from your leaves

You became my language

sifting into my thoughts

Strumming my ligaments

Charleston

you were the sea glass

I was the sand between your toes

the dunes were our neighbors

the waves crashed and rose

Charleston was reticent

Galveston was battened down

and the ocean is ours

is everyone's

is its own

indifferent

You had seaweed eyes

and I had crab hands

we were saltwater baptized

and pirate gentlemen

we danced in the drawing room

sank port on Cabbage Row

slighted a Hessian prince

in the crepe myrtle glow

and the ocean is ours

is everyone's 

is its own

un defied

We're running on cobblestones

raining in the market square

fresh meat for vultures

breathing ionized air

you were the hurricane

I was the warning

fountains were magnetized

at 6 in the morning

in Charleston

I was home

Biltmore Estates

Biltmore estate, Blue ridge mountains

Asheville, North Carolina

My biography

I was raised by gorillas in the Congo. I traveled to Brussels on a prawn fishing boat. After a lucrative career in the Belgian red light district and heavy losses on a failed velvet clown painting art gallery venture, I tried my luck in Vegas with 2 successful seasons as a Liberace impersonator. I've retired to a simple country life.

Bird bones at Pioneer Village