i've been calling on all the energias i can think of. praying for him. hermano salva. shot in january under shady circumstance i need to evoke your name so maybe the eyes that pass over this piece slip you into their prayers. left in a state of limbo almost left our world but your spirit holding on and when i see you eyes open trying to mouth words unable to force the sound out of your throat my heart twists imagining my own man-child-sun 20 years from now and what he will endure and i admire yvonne queen-warrior-woomban-mama for all that she has lived, will live with her baby boys. i pray for each of you familia who healed me in my time of need when i naive girl-woman appeared at your front door seeking self. you saw my eyes searching for ground searching for family and you opened your door, welcomed me, fed me, counseled me, taught me the old school art of neighborly love. salva, hermano, man, scholar, inspiration. siga adelante brother and we your community will be here to welcome you back into the world of the living and the ancestors brother will be there to welcome you into their river when it is your time but until then i pray that the bullet that pierced your skull will not take you from us. until then i pray that this coma that you are fighting looses its battle and you emerge to relearn the world. until then i pray.
