Yule@VORTEX.Opening circle has begun as i enter-
but i am attracted to a fire sullenly smoking
inside a pit,and one thin man attending it.
We know each other-Ken does NATIVE AMERICAN programs on KOOP
as well as the GREEN SHOW-and has provided truthful broadcasting
for more than decades.But he is leaving radio-going to the country.
We chat while he feeds the flames-the wood he brought is wet
and takes a long time smoking.Those years we were engaged
in peace play and stage never allowed such a space for sharing.
By accident,i learn him.He tears a Houston phone directory
to make the logs get warm,then hot enough to ignite.
We talk and listen while he feeds the fire.Warmth of shared times
bring smiles.Word from the play inside says the smoke is getting inside.
All his art will be ashes in time-but now that it is flaming ,red and hot
They shovel sand to stifle its air and life
He leaves.We hug.Stories are life-and fire is..