O Eternal and Incarnate Wisdom! O most amiable and adorable Jesus, true God and true Man, only Son of the Eternal Father, and of Mary, ever Virgin!  I adore You profoundly in Your eternal dwelling in the bosom and magnificence of Your Father; and in Your dwelling, at the time of Your Incarnation, in the virginal bosom of Mary.

     I thank You for having emptied Yourself, taking the form of a slave, in order to rescue me from cruel slavery to Satan.  I praise and glorify You for having deigned to submit Yourself in all things to Mary, Your Holy Mother, in order to make me, through Her, Your faithful slave.  But, alas!  in my ungratefulness and infidelity, I have not kept the promises which I made so solemnly at my Baptism.  I have not fulfilled my obligations;  I do not deserve to be called Your child or Your slave;  and since there is nothing in me which does not merit Your repulse and Your anger, I no longer dare to come by myself into the presence of Your Most Holy and August Majesty.  Hence it is that I have recourse to the intercession of Your Blessed Mother, whom You have given to me as my Mediatrix with Your Divine Majesty;  and it is through her that I hope to obtain from You contrition and the pardon of my sins, together with the gift of Wisdom and the grace to preserve it.

     Hail, therefore, O Immaculate Mary, living Tabernacle of the Divinity, wherein the hidden Wisdom of the Eternal God deigns to accept the adoration of Angels and of men!  Hail, Queen of Heaven and of earth, whose empire all is subject which is less than God Himself!  Hail, sure Refuge of sinners, whose mercy is refused to no man!  Grant that I may obtain my wish of possessing the Divine Wisdom; and in return, deign to accept the promises and the offerings which, out of the depths of my lowliness, I make to you.



“I am someone that you never met, I did not live but rather I survived. I crossed the river in hopes of finding work and respect. They found my bones 17 miles from the U.S./Mexican border. I still have not been identified.”  


     I, _______, an unfaithful sinner, today renew and ratify the promises of my Baptism, and I place this renewal in your hands.  I renounce forever Satan, with his works and pomps; and I give myself entirely to Jesus Christ, the Incarnate Wisdom, that I may walk in His footsteps all my life, carrying my cross.  And in order that I may be more faithful to Him than I have hitherto been, I choose you today, O Mary, in the presence of the whole Court of Heaven, to be my Mother and my Mistress.  I give and consecrate to you, as your slave, my body and my soul; my interior and exterior possessions; and even the value of my good actions ~ past, present and to come.  I give you the full and entire right to dispose of me and all that I have, without the least reservation, in accordance with your good pleasure, and to the greatest glory of God, both in time and in eternity.

     Receive, O gracious Virgin, this little offering of my slavery, in honour of the manner in which the Eternal Wisdom deigned to subject Himself to you as your Child, and in union with this subjection.  Receive it also as a tribute of homage to the power which both your Divine Son and you possess over this little worm and miserable sinner; and as an act of thanksgiving for the privileges which the Blessed Trinity has bestowed upon you.  I protest that I desire henceforth to be really and sincerely your slave, seeking your honour and obedient to you in all things.

     O Mother most admirable, please present me to your dear Son as His eternal slave, so that, having redeemed me through you, He may also receive me through you!  O Mother of Mercy, please obtain for me the grace to receive the true Wisdom of God, and to that end deign to number me among those whom you love, whom you teach, whom you lead, whom you nourish and protect as your children and your slaves.  O Virgin most faithful, please make me in all things so perfect a disciple, imitator and slave of the Incarnate Wisdom, Jesus Christ, your Son, that, by your intercession and example, I may attain to the fullness of His age on earth and of His glory in Heaven.  Amen.


St. Louis de Montfort








by Rawclyde!


His lips caress her stomach

Her hand plays his head like a skillet

Ghost Face wakes up


All those stars out there

No longer are of geometric design

They are scrambled


He steps on the accelerator

A spitball leaps

Into the red hot coals


Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016


Back Desert Trail


 by Cloyd Campfire

July 2009


     The papa pretty much had me trained well enough to be a true friend to javelinas.  A few more sessions would have cinched the possibilities of my admittance into the family group of three.  Perhaps I could have begun running around with these so-called “wild pigs.”  But, alas, I stopped sleeping in the flower bed and retreated to a more regular sleeping arrangement at the VA domiciliary nearby.

     Sleeping on the streets of the friendly town of Prescott was not near as luxurious an experience as sleeping in a sleeping-bag and tent in the woods.  Now all I had was a Mexican blanket and a plastic banner advertizing Corona Beer.  The blanket went on top, the banner beneath me.  And I did catch a few winks every night.  I stayed warm inside my long-johns and clothes also, and often with my shoes on.

     I slept on town ground now because this supposedly involved less walking than sleeping in the little-bit distant national forest.  Also, I think, I was in town now instead of the woods because I was ~ returning.  But returning to what, I did not know.

     The flower bed in which I dreamed was full of happy-go-lucky roaches about the size of quarters.  It was their flower bed ~ but the little buggers left me alone ~ mostly.  The Big Dipper star formation lolly-gagged above.  Near dawn this starry delight would be a-rest on the top of a tree ~ like a faithful clock.  This spot o’ mine (I hesitate to call it a “camp”) was nestled in varied high-bred foilages planted by man, that kept me adequately camoflauged from discovery by the town populace and their police.  By and by, a few folks knew where I slept despite my constant sneeking around like a secret agent.  I had the funny feeling they, which might have even included a campus cop, were looking out for me and making sure I wasn’t disturbed.  That’s Prescott for you.

     This flower bed was located in a serene corner of a modest-sized park, intricately tucked under the arm, so to speak, of Yavapai Community College ~ and with sculptures.  My bed went unnoticed behind a neat little amphitheater built of loose brick.  Boulders, a sparsely-leafed tree, a yawning ditch were part of this corner.  The whole park was pretty much un-noticed by everybody.  Traffic and traffic lights, and other lights in the night, gave my corner a Disneyland-ride like atmosphere that wasn’t too unpleasant.  Taxicab drivers & their mechanics worked on a nearby side street ’til dawn.  This rest stop o’ mine was not the most ideal, but I liked it, and slept here most nights for a couple months.

     The first time I met the papa I mistook him for a dog ~ perhaps a large Scottish terrier on the loose and rabid in the night.  He come up over a rock and menacingly growled at me.  I was putting on my long-johns.  In the midst of this vulnerable acrobatic, I growled in panic back at the son of a nymph-monk and threatened him with a tennis shoe.  The javelina backed-off into the night-time shadows ~ just like a prop on a Disneyland ride.  A moment later, he and his family, whom I ofcourse thought were dogs also, passed on in the light-speckled ditch below.  Shrugging off this startling misadventure, I finished my chore and lay me self down for some winks in this Prescott wonderland.

     During the day I would gather whatever free food & coffee was where-ever available.  I made myself known on computers and read and dosed in the public and college libraries.  On some evenings I would dally around the courthouse, downtown, where free entertainment could be attended, or I would buy a bag o’ nuts with my federal food-stamp card and go watch a softball game, as I awaited the descending darkness.  One evening, a-hunt for new ground upon which to lay, I stumbled into the middle of a Yavapai Apache pow-wow, which proved to be a pleasant enlightment.

     And, of course, I knew the homeless folks and had some homeless friends.

     It wasn’t too many nights later when these damn dogs, or what I mistook to be dogs, returned.  They were more interested in a large bush a-blossom by which I slept than in me ~ and left.  Probably they were after those tasty roaches.  A skunk, or perhaps a squirrel, lived in a burrow under the plant also.  And I went back to sleep.      

     I would like to mention, here, that the park also held in its night-time embrace a slick little coyote, of whom I got a good look once.  From some distance away, atop a dune, he peered in my direction with his ears expanded like oriental fans.  I whistled.  He slunk away in the dim glow of the park lanterns.

     Finally the day came that I was admitted into the VA domiciliary.  The night before this happy step into a refurbished future ~ is when I made my big discovery.  They weren’t dogs.

     Deep into the last night in my favorite spot, I suddenly awoke, peered around ~ and there’s papa!  He’s sneeking up on me, two or three feet away.

     “What the hell do you want?” I muttered.

     He jumped back a step, then kept approaching.

     “Get the hell away from me,” I spluttered.  Exasperated, I picked up a handful of flower-bed mix, threw this combination of dirt and wood-chips at him.  I didn’t throw the stuff at him very hard.  I didn’t want to be too unfriendly to anybody in the middle of the night.  But I did not want this particular dog sneeking me a kiss, either, while I was trying to sleep.

     He got the hint.  He turned around, and very casually sauntered away.  As he turned around, I got my first sideways view of him.  The night-time lighting was just right for me to see this dog, as he turned around, transform into an honest-to-goodness wild javelina!

     My oh my.

     There was a rustling behind me.  In a sitting-up position now, I turned around.  Whoa, there was another one behind me.  And another behind me again.  I was surrounded!

     But there was nothing to worry about.  They were just passing by ~ papa, mama, and the little one.  I remember the little one climbed up over a rock and toppled down on the other side.  The three of them spent some time moseying around that corner of the park, sniffing at this and that.  Then, very casually, in no kind of hurry what-so-ever, they headed back to the ditch and, one by one, disappeared in the bushes.

     That was the last I saw of them.

Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2015



Back Desert Trail


Waiting For The Bus


Here come the bus!

Here come the bus!

We’re ready to ride

God bless us!


Try not to cuss

Try not to fuss

Manners are a must

When yer boardin’ de bus


We don’t know each other

Shut-up, brother

Excuse me, sister

Muzzle your mother


Don’t be afraid

To slap that brat

We won’t report you

Give me back me old hat


Would you like to buy it?

It’s a hundred dollar hat

It fits right here

Yes, my head’s kinda fat


My baby said I gotta go

She surely know

This old tramp

Movin’ kind a slow


Yes, you may sit here

Give her room please

A pretty woman

Smooth shoulder tease


Pullin’ down me brim

Ready to sleep the whole way

Oops, my head’s tilting over

Didn’t mean to stray


 Ridin’ the bus!

Ridin’ the bus!

We been waiting so long

God bless us!




Tell Me Another One


Go ahead

Old Tramp

tell me

all about it!


How you found a

mule with wings

and a human face

n’ caught it


In Deep Desert

when you

 were lost n’

almost dead

 You flew this laughin’

jokin’ critter

to the edge of the

nearest town, you said


Which was one










They found you

ass-up n’ naked

with your head buried

in the ground


They plucked

yer head out n’

yer eyes, you said,

were spinnin’ all around












I like that one


the comet in the

Deep Desert sky



when it






to the ground


It lit yer


n’ then

 turned around


And lit yer



ette tooooooo





when youuuuuuu


Were without

a match


 in a cold night dew

Go ahead

Old Tramp

tell me anudder one

that ain’t no way true!


Deep Desert Blues