
Day: November 26, 2018


Jose Peralta’s funeral to be held in Queens after senator’s unexpected death | am New York
About 20 years ago we were coworkers at a major New York City Nonprofit. Always a good guy. One of the best. Taken so young at age 47. I believe that he had a heart attack.
Truly tomorrow is not promised to us. None can stay the Angel of Death.
Over the last ten years I’ve been to many wakes, funerals and memorials for People in their 40s and especially those in their 50s. Literally every few months someone I know or worked with passes away. The Baby Boomers and even those behind us are leaving this earth. Like the Greatest Generation we are being gathered unto the Ancestors. Sobering Thoughts.
Jose Peralta
Rest in Peace. Rise in Glory!

Seed among Thorns
N – Utero — Seed Among Thorns
The Unborn
Milk leaking from too full breasts
Breasts Longing for a Babe gone before birth.
A cold stone in Place of a Son.
A shooting star dissolved into a million Universes. Icarus too close to the sun. Sunset before Sunrise.
Poisoned amniotic fluid your River Styx. Extremities bubbling in wastewater.
Rachel wept for Her children because they were naught.
He hexed my Womb. Did he? Who knows?
Didn’t want to be a D.V. Child.
My son will never be a Pinball Wizard.
Hijacked by the Spermazoid Svengali.
Charmer. Bon Vivant.
Your initial false luster did me in.
Your handsome face set with marks of confidence, flecks of intelligence liberally sprinkled with jutting arrogance. Your voice once mellow and melodious became a Raging Storm. Clacking. Cracking.
Uprooting thousand years old Forest. Paving it over with sharp jagged rocks that produced poisonous suffocating vines.
Enwombed embryo sensed futures forlorn.
Traded gray and grainy for silver and gold.
Seed among Thorns.
So twisted that if you Swallowed a nail you’d shit a corkscrew.