The Phone Call

The Phone Call

Tomorrow it will have been exactly one year
since Laino passed on.
She and I always used to make a trip
across town twice a month
to the Native American smoke shop to buy cigarettes.
It was always an errand we made together
and we always had a lot of fun on the ride.
Over the years I came to enjoy it very much
as it was time we could spend together,
make a lot of jokes about all kinds of ridiculous stuff
and generally have a very good time.

Now that Laino is gone, I still make
the trip twice a month and I always think of her
on the way remembering
all the good times passed that we had together.
My memories of our smoke shop trip’s
are so vivid it always seems like she’s still there
in the car beside me talking to me
eyes sparkling with a happy smile.

Yesterday, I ran the errand thinking
of Laino all the while.
When I got home, I walked into the house
and put the bag of cigarettes on the kitchen table.
I fished my phone out of my pocket, still thinking
of Laino and the errand I’d just got back from.
I looked down at the phone suddenly astounded
because apparently the coins in my pocket had pushed
the phone touchscreen in such a way that
Lainos name and phone number were up on the display
as though she had just made a call to me from the Summerlands
to say with a smile “Hi baby! Here I am! :).”

I sat at down at the table, still looking at the phone screen
and thought of some lyrics in that song
from the seventies by Kansas, ‘Miracles out of Nowhere,’
— “It’s so simple right before your eyes
If you’ll look through this disguise
It’s always here, it’s always there
It’s just love and miracles out of nowhere.”

Dewey Dirks

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Soul On Fire

Soul On Fire
(For Elaine)

She could break your heart
with the look in her eye
and just standing near her
could light your soul on fire.
Long, long ago I watched
her motor on through men
like a fast, fast mustang
on a midnight moonshine run.

To this day
I still don’t know why
I was special to her
though she tried to tell me
a thousand times over.
To her last breath
the light in her turquoise eyes
was ever a mystery to me.
She lit my eternal flame
out of soggy wet mud
and saved my life more than once.
She was my lover, my best friend,
my reason for waking each day
for half my lifetime.
For these, I owe her
a debt of gratitude
I never can repay.

She never put down her colors
and told all
who might do us any harm,
“Do whatever you like
but don’t you
fuck with my family.”
She could fight as fiercely
as a snow white tiger
and was as intelligent
as the midsummer solstice
is long
She carried with her
a magic as powerful,
as wise, high, and beautiful
as Shengren mountain sides—
one part in the dark shadows,
the other bathed
in vivid sunshine.

She could break your heart
with the look in her eye
and just standing near her
could light your soul on fire.
In the end, for me she did both
because she lit my eternal soul
with a flame brilliant, bright and true
and then one dark winters night
she left me standing alone.

They say every angel
who gets their wings
also becomes a light and a song
to kindly guide those who wander
the green hills, rolling seas
and sandy deserts of Mother Earth.
Tonight, tonight my friends
look high up into the Southern skies
there shines a new star
in the velvet night
whose name
sounds like a wildflower.

Dewey Dirks



I love the sound of rain
When it rains I open
my doors and windows
and listen quietly
to the rhythm
of Tao teaching
me and the tree
in my front yard to grow
It sings simply
and so softly
it fills all the
rooms in my mind
and all the spaces
in my heart

Dewey Dirks

Elaine Cunningham-Dirks

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Hi folks. I have some real bad news. Three months ago my wife Elaine was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. She passed away peacefully in her sleep with me by her side early in the morning 12-30-2013. In her last few weeks alive she was able to spend much time with our family which was very important to her because for Laino, family was everything.

Laino was a very loving mate, mother, and friend. No one could ever ask for a finer partner in life. She was the kindest person I have ever known and one of the most capable people I’ve ever met, bar none. It has been an honor to be her mate. We were together for twenty-two years and I’ve known her for over half my lifetime. We all miss her so much.

Laino was one of those people who was always moving in four directions at once and so was able to fit a very great deal into her life. She was a jack of all trades and was very accomplished. In life she had been a bartender, waitress, process server, business owner, loan officer, appraiser, paralegal, caregiver, and patient advocate. Many times over the years she worked three jobs at once. Through it all she managed to fit time in for our kids and myself every day.

She is survived by myself, three sisters, two brothers, her son, her step-daughter, two nieces, two nephews, a grand niece and a grand nephew. In life we considered her nieces and nephews as though they were our own children.

Elaine Cunningham-Dirks