for MMM

Born under the sign
under peace rising

Fire upon fire in her soul
her touch brought forth
ancient drums and ties and sounds and words

In her eyes
words lived
a tapestry of mystery
flying into the womb of cyberspace
weaving destiny to poet strangers
moving on and off this world
no one was stranger to her
everyone a brother, a sister

The power of the word, the word of peace, of vision
of having a dream and making it take the mysterious shape
out of the clay of mundane life into something magical
living moving whirlwind of change

She lived the dream
she touched
to be touched
she made words
take shape
in action
in deeds
in peace


for Merilene M Murphy, my poet sister, she the sun, i the moon as she
would say... orbiting together under peace rising:)

In Memory of Visionary Poet Merilene M. Murphy

Sadly, our dear friend and colleague Merilene M. Murhpy died in Los Angeles of complications due to lung cancer on February 2, 2007. She was only 51 years old. A tribute to Merilene well be held Sunday, March 18th, 2007 @ 2 pm at Beyond Baroque Literary Arts Center, 681 Venice Blvd in Venice, California.

Reading at the poetry carnival in Granada

more photos from the festival very soon and stories of the wanderer

Half of me

still in Granada. I somehow in ways i can´t explain felt compleate when i was in Nicaragua. Might sound strange, but i really felt so normal there. Like i had been there before or something. So i long for going back. The international poetry festival was also beyond words. Will write a full report very soon. First i have to pull myself together because i feel like i got that strange sleepy sickness as described in 100 years of solitude.