I used to cook for her all the time.
I wonder if she remembers. Can she?
Ramen noodles and toast
at 3:30 in the morning, churros at 8:15.
Sometimes in the middle of the night
she’d cat call my name and I’d always
run to her wondering- Is she hurt? and then
She better not have hurt herself.
I knew better though after the first few times,
yet I always went willingly enough through her
open bedroom door because she wanted me to.
But mostly chicken noodle soup on Sundays
and rice and jambalaya on Wednesday.
mmmmmmmmm.... Carminolas with a kick.
Pop pop pop and her buttons would fly across the room
and other times she’d be under the sheets, already
ready to press my hands against her caramelized skin.
And if we add a pinch of saffron, a dash a sumac,
and a teaspoon full of ajwain she will taste like
heaven and for those cherry lovers add a bit of mahlebi.
But I remember. She tasted like homemade chocolate and
marshmallows. Go make Mama something tasty.
She’d say afterwards and send me from the warmth of
her bed, a Saturday Night Live rerun echoing after me.
I’d bring her dumplings and udon and watch her while she ate,
wondering- Can she taste the arsenic?

Carmelita and Maria
burn with sorrow dressed as anger;
fire in their black-diamond eyes,
hot enough to scald tears
before they roll down
the brown lands of their faces.
Both quiver like chamisa in the dry wind
but the pride of long-suffering roots
will not concede to any withering wind.
Carmelita and Maria
are born of the same stubborn stone
as the ageless mesas around Coyote,
though pain carves arroyos in their souls.
As even the desert Rio Chama overflows
when the thirsty earth
cannot drink the rainstorm fast enough
and brings flowers in sand,
Carmelita and Maria will not admit it,
not to one another or to themselves,
but both long for the desert inside them
to blossom after the winter,
to be the sun,
each to the flower that is the other.

Try Try Try
With a Rope around The Neck
Knowing
They Face The Cornerstone
Of. A NEW FAITH
Where Love and Faith come together
Hope Has Now Joined
And She Was It.
Kathleen A. Maloney ,
Born  Oct 10, 1937
Willing To Live  This Eternal Truth and Presence
Never Backing Down
Threadened to the Point of Immunity
She stood and Faced Them all
Demanded Restoration
She Was  the Prophecy Of Love
The Prophecy of Hope
And The  Prophecy  of Faith
Her Ministry,
And Her Name
Her  
Like Ferlengetti
A Lover of the Truth
Carmelita Alma Poetica
First,  and  Now Last
I Am That I Am     HER
She Is  
They knew it Was True
This Entire Journey
A Test
Of Faith
To Maintain Hope
That Love shall Survive
The Woman Risen

Her Words...
The Father and I are One
Her Daily  Mantraa
Amma Amma Gaia IShee Demeter  Mary
Nirvana All
That She IS
Divine Mother ..  A Warrior Willing To Fight
For Her Children, Life Love Hope Faith Beauty Wisdom  All the Virtues!! And Yes, even those Tossed Aside
Earth  her very own body
She was Betrothed to This Faith  
Earthly Life....A Man with an Empire
His Army of Mason's ... Her Vision
Everything They Sought To Save

Invited Home Now
The Prodigal One
Celebration For the
Overcoming OF UnWanted
Starting With Themselves
First