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BEING IN A MAN'S SKIN, VOL. 1
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BEING IN A MAN'S SKIN, VOL. 2
A Handbook of life lessons on men's journey
Two volumes, 60 and 62 pages, 20-25 colour illustrations each,
textured paper, beautiful books to hold and look at, Pub. 1998
Price: $14.99 for either, no tax


Volume 1
Contents:
MAN ALONE
DEATH
MAN IN LOVE WITH HER

one of the poems...
Men's Plight
We used to go together
Running or walking on the daily trail
We had then no thought
Tomorrow we might fail
Hunting together
Building sacred altar
Climbing sacred mountain
Wild musk scents of earth and rot
Drinking from our hands'bowl
The hot blood caught
From slashed throat of deer
Magic visions of our seer
In the circle telling our dream
Beside the weeping stream
Stricken with wonder at my other's stories
Talking of the day gone
The day to come
Terrifying roar of mastodon
Hungry sabre tooth
Throat singing her feasting lust
Behind our barrier of fire
Only we of all the animals command
The god in whom we trust
What he will demand
Sure we had also stupid quarrels
Craftiness, deceit, insane rages
Juvenile games of power
All of these are with us yet
With the turning of life's pages
It's the balance we're bereft of
For which I weep o lost lost lost
Just begun to know the cost
Of what we've left
Times long past
Tribal times
Bodies daily task
Was walking, running on our path
Running towards our Death
She yet far in front in waiting
In wanting to catch our breath
Today I sit and compute
Sit and write
Sit and eat
Sit and beat
My drum and sound my flute
Sleep and love only
In the old way I've found
But seldom so close to ground
Having so much to say
My closeness to men comes
Sitting in this round
Not looking for sign
Not reaching for the book
Of other life of other time
Not knowing how to look
And know the way
But talking, showing our emotions
Holding each other in compassion
Sitting trying how we might our hearts renew
This circle the way the women do
Speaking to Great Mother
As by Great Mother taught

But what of ourselves
What of ourselves untaught
How do we display our power
How stay ahead of Kali the Devourer
Until it it is our time to turn
Confront, conjoin, and side with Her
Body to the Spirit World return

Sure I now know now why
Some men die badly
How some men would gladly
Die in battle smashed in war
Because in that moment falling
They like lions roar
They hear Grandfather Eagle
Calling they mate with flaming Kali
Finally, at last, her equal.

Mar 8 1998

Volume 2
Contents:
MAN AGAINST THE WORLD
MEN TOGETHER
TRAILS

one of the poems...
The Cross

Some men wear that cross
Around their necks
Some men carry it between their legs
To some it is the bitter dregs

Of wine that in its time
They thought to be sublime
For some, the cross
No matter where they wear it
Is a badge of honour and of faith
That love no matter how it's placed
Returns them into Eden space
Mar 16 1998.