Sometime last spring
gave me on her return from Mexico an unusual doll . . . dark skinned, a red,
black and green band around its head, the colors of the African liberation flag
and Guatemalan national dress . . . a loving gesture, I thought, and placed it
prominently in my yurt for all to see.
- November 14
- Opened a bottle of a Columbia Valley red '68, poured a glass,
then another, all the while holding the doll in my hand. Then I, by some
primitive African instinct, stuck a long hat pin deep into the ass of the doll
and poured a libation on the floor for fallen friends, living and dead, gone
but not forgotten.