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stagecoach mary rides

she limped thru the saloon doors like a force of nature,
at 78 still a big woman, still a 6 footer, black as she can
be and just as mad, rifle in one hand, bullwhip in the other,

the bullwhip was for show, the rifle was not,

where is he, she snarl, where is the sonofabitch
thought he could cheat stagecoach mary fields,

then she seen him just as he ducked behind some
innocents, couldn’t shoot no innocents so she beat
him, beat him so bad he never recover while the denizens
of the last chance saloon look on in warywonder, cause
nobody had believed I mean you know really believed
the rumors the old colored washerwoman was once
upon a the legendary mankiller stagecoach mary fields

way she beat that man wasn’t a disbeliever in the
house, aint right a woman beat a man like that

i am afraid

that i might not meet this test
how one deals w/impending

mortality should be the most
spiritual span of your days

i have often written this
now i fear that i will fear

i been working
i been chilling

not freaking, yet

also ive decided i might chronicle it here
aint telling folk but i will chronicle here in

a space ive lamented for low readership
that now feels intimate to me, i am curious

will profundity continue to elude me
is this just another bid for attention

o what tangled webs we weave

i got to go, im spose
to be working

be safe be sage

 

the conjurors tales

okay, something is desperately wrong
i wake up every morning disoriented and dizzy
when i stand i have to find my balance before i can move

no what, i hope i havent had a stroike or something
this is very disorienting, i dont mind physical issues
but this is my head, my mind, my creativity

think i better knock the hoodoo way into 2nd 
gear i believe my shelf life has taken a hit

it appears that i am all of a sudden
inundated with health issues

started a project yesterday
the conjurors tales


using my AI art to prompt stories
iniitally selected, like so

memphis sally, eh, de hoodoo queen of memphis,
she regular at bb’s place down on beale, every
night she play a blues piano tuned in heaven n bathed
in hell, but last night, last night she outdo herself,

don’t know what was on her mind, what was
worriating her soul but dem blues she play last
night dem blues forever, last night memphis sally
she become legend, memphis sally she never die

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oaky, let me go check my sugar
cause thats what it feels like

low sugar

but yesterday i checked and numbers
were fine but the other day i felt this way
and it was a 71, what is happening?

was gon say new project

but i got to go check my sugar

just checked, sugar fine

what is going on in my head?

okay, all supplemental projects backburnered
the hoodoo way is the one, no more research

make it happen

 

 

my life as wisdom tales

so i got this idea to make every beat of my memoir
a wisdom tale and im not sure how thats gon play out
but im very excited about it and the temptation is to
put my wisdomwork down but the rule is finish the
draft and its what i learn doiong that that will inform
the reconcepting of my memior as wisdom works

im curious how will i pull that off

i thnnk what i will do is put up beats here and
start seeing what it will tae to reconcept them




EVERYTHING YOU LIKE

you gon have to adjust to not having
everything you like, it’s the stuff you
been indulging one by one got to go
salt and sugar are early casualties
donoughts, pastries, bread rice and pasta
jack and coke, margaritas, what point
longevity if you cant enjoy it, what about
popcorn I ask my diabetic counselor, is
that an acceptable snack, its corn, she say
contempt dripping from both words

going down slow

hello world,

i dont do social media, i do promotion on FB et al but i
got such minimal / loyal readership here i dont consider
rootsblog social media, this between me and you:

took the hammer recently,
medical issues, feeling fey

and i must say, if my day is done
ive had my fun, damn good run

outlasted all my friends and hopefully whatever
got me got me slow, ie, maybe 2 more books ??

good lord willing and the creek dont rise premature

be safe be sage
all my love

 

i trust my obsessions

10-03-22    9:44 am



hello world

this morning I woke up with a long list of to be dones
critical to be dones, but I had been working on a
baobab bottletree on dalle and had some words in mind

figured id run a couple of options before i got busy
hour later I must have 200 variations of this woman

 

After seeing  a 1000 dazzling renditions of stuff
you get jaded and you think the public is going

to adjust to a new level of visual stimulation
and if you want to stand out in this crowd

out of 100 dazzling variants you got to choose
the one that’s gon actually stick culturally

this is not the best, the best i dont put online
anything i put online im giving it away,

price of being in the dialogue

promotion promotion promotion,
so i got to embed some text



this is not the first time ive fallen to obsession
and be like, rick, stop burning up time on a diversion

but my obsessions eventually become part of
my literary skill set, bluesharp, performance
mbira, imovie, etc etc, and now AI graphics

but i got to discipline the obsessions
make them work for me instead of on me

Finally I had to talk myself down

sir, i need you to step away from the keyboard