7 day gone soap op pop
west african coast
low tide, shadows, sea bottom
tracks from brine to blues
7 days till our journey continues.
few know our backstory, so here’s reader digested version:
end of 2004, my mom Mother Dwarf went to the emergency room. spent 9 months bouncing between intensive care and rehabilitation centers before she came back home. she died 7 days later.
i wrote 9 short pieces on her passing, went down to Border’s book store to read them. gave Lady K ride home. 4 weeks after that, she moved in. week later we decided to marry, sell the place, and move to europe. took 10 months to leave the country for europe and africa.
in those 10 months, we had to deal with
a) Lady’s psychotic stalker who wanted to kill me, keep Lady in his closet, and threatened to kill a stranger to show he was serious,
b) discovering i had throat cancer
c) its removal operation
d) 8 weeks of radiation
e) Lady’s bulemia
f) me being 4 years older than Lady’s parents
g) cleaning up my studio to sell
h) quitting my job
i) Lady divorcing her 1st husband
j) she and i getting married by a Wiccan
k) publishing ArtCrimes 21
l) three art shows
m) having our art stolen by a rogue gallery owner and spirited off to another city before being recovered
n) a plethora of poetry readings
o) a second operation to remove a head full of nose polyps
p) a root canal
q) etc.
once we left, we spent 14 months backpacking around england, netherlands, poland, croatia, italy, france, spain, morocco, england, france, and spain again before coming back here to the love shack out back where our travel journey started. been back 9 weeks.
next week we move to mexico. once our legal 6 months is up there, we’ll skip south down central and south america country by country until this or that. other than that, no way of knowing what we’ll do because i’ve got this crazy talent lady named Lady in my life and there’s no way knowing where she’ll go, there’s only going along. glad along i am.
just seemed to me if you’re going to follow our soap opera, you need to know this back being of ours.
Marrakech at dusk
Purple petals on the ground
Red flower falling