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Charging up our Song

November 3, 2023 by Watt Childress 3 Comments

Spirit cracked open
my mumblypeg mind with
heart-to-heart conversation.
At that house party by the
Pacific, near the cemetery.
Remember? Where you
spoke of heyokas and wild
words ripened in lightening.

Friday October 13, 2023.
Weird healing hatched under
that peaceable bloom of fire.
My brother love-slinger poet and
horror-flick fan channeled vision
from kin forced from ancestral lands,
prodded toward extinction by
pale cannibal federales.
i felt a cloud of knowers nod,
medicine-actors ready to exorcize
greed from possessed fat grabbers,
like a thrilling blood-spoof of
Little House on the Prairie.

We gathered at that good
party for serious cinema,
to absorb balancing acts and
document our part in life’s
current that circles the globe.

While power-mad Pa(s) rained
death on kids and elders in
Ukraine and Israel/Palestine
we pulled round rocks from pockets,
talked amid allies who crouched
in costumes watching
a local screening about
eleventh-hour work to save
The Chinook Salmon Nation,
who like most of Nature’s
tribes do not recognize man’s
branded corporate government.
Nez Perce showed us the
elder way of Nimiipuu.
We, the People.

And Chief Joseph’s quote
rolled along with the credits.
Love zapped our willpower,

bolted fresh young viewers
to old guardians of Earth.
Indigenous currency
electrifies every waterway,
all oceans and spawning grounds.
Strange beauty might even
strike
proud rivals who value
dominance more than life
herself.

Repentance can flow
un-damned in any direction.
Heyi didn’t know what i
am to give way out west.
Not until dawn, dancing with tears,
alone in my prayers after that
Friday circuit ride with friends.
I flashed upstream, back
into an art-house
anthem
carried across the pond.
Return spirit forward
!

Filed Under: Featured Writing, Poetry, Spirit

About Watt Childress

Watt owns Jupiter's Books in Cannon Beach, Oregon and he publishes the Upper Left Edge. He has written for HIPFiSH, The Daily Astorian, The North Coast Citizen, The Seaside Signal, The Oregonian, and The Vancouver Observer. Also Appalachian Magazine, The Kingsport Times-News, The Tennessean, The Third Eye, Farmazine, The Griot, and Presbyterian Survey. His lettered compulsion took a turn, thirty-some years ago, when he began sending odd columns to the Reverend Billy Lloyd Hults, former publisher of The Upper Left Edge. Watt lives on a tiny hill-farm perched beside the Nehalem Valley. There he and his kin care for dairy goats, chickens, ducks, dogs, newts and other critters.

Comments

  1. Jennifer Childress says

    November 3, 2023 at 10:17 am

    This is beautiful, my love!

    Reply
  2. Darrell Clukey says

    November 3, 2023 at 5:37 pm

    Be glad of heart
    to love and be loved
    to find repentance
    to seek renewal
    to join in restoration
    of what cannot be revived.

    Heart broken open
    by memory and hope
    by a past that is gone
    by a future yet to be.

    What can be done now
    to help us all?

    Reply
    • Watt Childress says

      November 4, 2023 at 9:16 am

      What can be done? Here’s a few suggestions. Keep a lookout for local screenings of the film linked below, and any creative work that inspires us to restore and revive Native salmon runs. Also pray for peacemaking and teambuilding among all people along the waterways, including descendants of Indigenous Clatsop folks who’ve enrolled in different tribal organizations. Plus think of all our relations whenever we eat.

      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBo6cQ5yJnw

      Reply

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  • Watt Childress April 28, 2025 at 11:48 am on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltAlso, you inspired me to insert a sentence crediting Hoyt Axton with the song's genesis. Many thanks!
  • Watt Childress April 27, 2025 at 10:55 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltThank you kindly Jim for reading this and commenting. I enjoyed your review of "Sun House" by David James Duncan,
  • Jim Stewart April 27, 2025 at 8:26 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltNice! Hoyt Axton wrote the Jeremiah song and sang it with great gusto. Life wanders on and I'm still glad
  • Watt Childress April 26, 2025 at 3:51 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltDuring spring I think of you, and all the May Pole celebrations you've organized over the years. So grateful for
  • Watt Childress April 26, 2025 at 3:18 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltIn my dreams I sing to the multitudes, with a voice as clear and sweet and churchy as Lou Reed.
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