

Bones tell the future in unprecedented new PaleoTextuality. Be certain to read about it in future missives.
Bell-tones bring the present to mind; ancestors always evident in the everyday.
Read my bones and tell my tales, sing my songs and twist my words into silk.
Read my leaves, my palms, my ancestors don't hesitate to make their presences known there
Through lines and directions imprecations and dedications. Up the get-go, these defiant ones!
Time cross-hatched by ossification, time windowed by blindness
Ancestral dreaming leads into grief, redeemed by the only son of the seer.
Time widowed by clocktime, measured a life of labor
A wheel of bones makes the heart go 'round, in spirals of shy desire.