as if the sun asked

6something a.m.
i wake to an entire sky of
pink/orange glow
(as if the sun asked the clouds
to carry its light for a while
unshouldering the weight of shine
and spreading it across sky so that no
cloud had to take on too much)
how this pinkorange light was
everywhere
and how through the tangle of leaves and trees
outside my window i could make out
the shine/the color-concentrate
somewhere along an indiscernable
(due to foliage) horizon

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6:49 am
several flashes of lightning and a few
low rumbles of thunder
it’s moving along south of us mica explains
of what she saw on the radar
we’re both in our running clothes
she says let’s run

and so we do
she heads south and i north
and even though my side is in a stitch
i’m grateful for the view
of lightning
veining down
grateful for little intervals of rain on
my skin
grateful for the running
that brings me out
to where treeline gives way to sky
under its incoming/passing by storm

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on the couch hannah teaches us
what she was taught
(by a doctor/therapist after her
barn fall) about breathing:
shoulders down for inbreath
shoulders up for outbreath

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you know what today is a good day for
i say/ask with raised eyebrows after lunch
in the humid and rising heat
ice cream
hannah suggests riding bikes
we gotta work for it (rural missouri hills) she says

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pint jar on dresser
sweating
half-filled with
chai-spiced kombucha

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sweet cinnamon smell filling kitchen
while i swig water and
scrub the burnt bottom of the chili pot

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i just ignore the lines
i tell tyler who assesses the wide-rule
of the sidewalk score 25cent notebooks

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names of the wildflowers in a mini queenline jar:
partridge pea
blazing star
ironweed
queen anee’s lace
slender mountain mint

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while i prune and harvest kale
while i pour a sip of kombucha
while i take photos of my handwriting in the sideyard
while i drag a foxtail stalk around on the ground
for the kitty to play with
while i run out and back along the gravel in 37 and 1/2 minutes
while i sit down to dinner with my farm-mates
the national guard pours in
three highway patrolmen wrestle one man to the ground
for an arrest (one holds his knee against the man’s head
which is on the ground)
riot-geared cops train guns on crowds of people
a friend of a friend lies in intensive care with a
bullet lodged in his lung or heart (they can’t tell)
the heat is stoked
this is for every city that should have been on fire
for every young person of color or ‘crazy’ person or
‘less-than-a-person’ person (any trait/quality can be spun this way)
killed or injured by cops, soldiers or any other person in a position of power

from the water world:

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A boy rows a makeshift raft carrying a child through the flooded areas of Lakhimpur district in the northeastern Indian state of Assam. – voice of america, day in photos

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USA’s C. J. Hobgood rides a wave during the 14th edition of the Billabong Pro Tahiti surf event, part of the ASP (Association of Surfing Professionals) world tour, in Teahupoo, on the French Polynesian island Tahiti
.  – voice of america, day in photos

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Indian villagers use a bamboo structure to traverse floodwater in a village in Morigaon district of northeastern Assam state, India. The death toll from three days of flooding and torrential rain in Nepal and India rose to more than 180 people as relief teams sent food, tents and medicine to prevent any outbreaks of disease.
Picture: AP Photo/Press Trust of India

 

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to become more

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from the water world:

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A mother and daughter collect drinking water from a well after heavy flooding struck the Morigaon district of Assam state in India.
– bbc, day in photos

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Millions of wildebeests cross the Mara river during the annual migration between Tanzania and Kenya.
Picture: Xinhua/Rex

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A mother walks her children through floodwaters as a man takes out a snake killed in flooding in Morigaon district of Assam state, India. At least 13 people were killed and 500,000 affected by swirling river waters in northern India after neighbouring Nepal released waters from its barrages following monsoon flooding, officials said
. Picture: EPA

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Ultra-Orthodox Jewish men and boys cover their bodies with mineral-rich mud at a Men’s only beach on the shores of the northern part of the Dead Sea in the Israeli-occupied West Bank.
Picture: Menahem Kahana/AFP/Getty Images

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Nepalese women and young boy splash water on each other as they wash in a small waterfall in Naryanthan village on the outskirts of Kathmandu, Nepal.
Picture: Narendra Shrestha/EPA

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bell tower bells

when i reach the turn-around point
where highway MM meets 136
bell tower bells
ring out into 8am air
(marking 1o miles down
and 10 miles to go)

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a point where
the view opens up
and to the west there is a
great expanse of green
stretching out beyond the fence
and dotted with horses swishing their tales

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fabius!!! i call out to
the stretch of muddy/brown water
on both sides of me as i
pedal over the fabius river
on the way back

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dinner playlist:
cinematic orchestra
bruce springsteen
cocteau twins

dinner menu:
cucumber raita
rice
veggie masala and
garbanzos and
tyler’s tomato apple chutney
pecan crumcake muffins for dessert
plus slices of a pike melon

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from the water world:

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Festival-goers are splashed with water during a summer festival at Tomioka Hachimangu Shrine in downtown Tokyo, Japan.
– voice of america, day in photos

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slanting habit

a sunrise i know is good
5:40 am
(the light through the trees told me
pinking and goldish)

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pike melon
cold and dripping
in my fingers
(first breakfast)

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the rhythm:
hula-hoe tiny weeds from the beds
cover with hay mulch
measure and make nest-holes in mulch
(24 inches apart in staggerd rows)
dig to make a hole in the earth of the nest hole
place fall cabbage starts in
cover up to the base of the first leaves
press into earth with palms

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tyler laughing outloud
at the image of
a protestor and a cop
smiling for a selfie
in ferguson
later in north garden
we talk about media
and its habit of slanting

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first, flies
a swarm on the ground
underneneath: snake (big for here)
twisted in black plastic netting (grape protector)
blue with decomposition
eyes wide open
tail severed from the rest of its body
rib bones thin like a fish’s
exposed from ripped away flesh
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heat radiating
from rows of quart jars
lined up on karma kitchen counter
just-processed tomato juice inside
as i walk past them
like the heat that brick holds
and slowly releases
at the end of a hot dry day
as the air begins to cool
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how the processing kitchen hours
(standing, chopping, stirring
big pots
hum of fan in the window)
feels more like work
than the field work
the difference maybe being
the sky

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laughing at the end of
one round of line picture line

on the front porch
at the end of a day of
slow steady rain
(wherein northeast missouri becomes
pacific northwestern
for the summer season)

i offer sips of milky sweet mint tea
the kind that chane taught me

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we arrange/agree
if it’s raining at 7
we won’t run in the morning then

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from the water world:

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An Iraqi Yazidi boy refreshes himself with water at the Newroz refugee camp in Hasaka province, north-eastern Syria, after fleeing Islamic State fighters. – bbc, day in pictures

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A man takes pictures as visitors run away from a wave caused by a tidal bore which surged past a barrier on the banks of Qiantang River, in Hangzhou, Zhejiang province. Picture: REUTERS

 

 

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for feeding

lulu’s morning dispatch from st. louis:
its a war zone and last night people starting shooting at the police.  people think the police will start using real bullets today.

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tyler offers
a spatula-scraping of
sweetness before dinner
preview: banana bread with
black walnut

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my color is not a threat
protestor holds up sign
in ferguson, missouri

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late afternoon light
moving through
red/maroon liquid of
blackberry/strawberry kombucha
in a half pint glass

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words from florida
this is feast enough
hands in the dirt
words on the tongue
fire in the heart
thank you for feeding me, sledge

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sheep harbor
i call it and
shepherd’s knoll
regarding the proliferation of

sheep cards in our handsheep cove justin also suggests

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learning how to take an on-farm day off

alyson and i laugh
for a good portion of a point
at the
nice day for a run joke i make
while trying to stay on her in defense

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i didn’t mean to
open my eyes
underwater
while front-crawling
but what i saw:
emerald
and the way the light
moved through it

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luxurious we agree
about the novelty
of dock-lounging
(chill in the air
but warm sun on skin)
after our 30 minute swim

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yours in mutual mold/mildew remediation
i write corinne
in iowa city

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gruel bread is what darien calls
the quinoa/rice-into-bread
he made for lunch

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he’s learning fast
mica says
of the kitten yet-to-be-named
(possibilities:
ash(by)
egon
shadow)
who has found his way onto
lounging on the whitehouse porch
cushion
in a you snooze, you lose kind of way
(hank, the big blue heeler
displaced onto shaded grass
near the juniper)

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i got the goods
tyler says in regards to
two cans of coconut water
purchased and delivered
from fairfield, iowa
they’re in the cooler

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our chrysalis turned into a butterfly
emory shouts/announces

blond hair wild and
legs running to carry him
to where the
chrysalis-turned-butterfly is

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jar of ferments relegated
to the corner of the table i type at
vinegary smell
rising through the muslin-like cloth

from the water world:

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A fisherman throws his huge fishing net across a lake while standing on a thin wooden raft. In the early hours of the morning, anywhere between five to ten, local fishermen will flock to the Situ Gunung Lakes in Sukabumi West Java, Indonesia to fish for tilapia.
Picture: Suloara Allokendek/Solent News

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A partially submerged car sits on a flooded section of Interstate 695 in Baltimore, Maryland, USA, after heavy rains fell across the Mid-Atlantic region.
– voice of america, day in photos

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Aisha the dog follows her owner as he jumps into a lake at sunset in Bucharest, Romania. Romania’s weather authority issued a heat wave warning for the coming days with temperatures expected to exceed 37 degrees Celsius (98.6 degrees Fahrenheit) in many regions of the country.

Picture: AP Photo/Vadim Ghirda

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water feeds fire

6:50 a.m.
sun spilling lemon gold
through treebranches and
moon (1 day less than full)
bright white
like a sticker
pressed into sky

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little machine
i call myself
on the run home
(just over the train bridge)
which is a way of saying
you have a strong body
use it

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best use of the word squelch:
trish talks about the riot cops
in st. louis (ferguson)
(rubber bullets, bean bags, tear gas, etc.)
typical i say
joking (so we laugh)
though i know how hard we
both feel the hits
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water feeds fire, my friend
sara says at the picnic table
regarding the heat in a pepper
and how many of them there are
in your meal

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winter clothes trish says
regarding the hoodie
that i zip up for a jaunt to
slater’s hill to catch
the perseid meteor shower
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from the water world:

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child plays in a public fountain at a park in Bucharest as temperatures reach 37°C (98.6°F) in southern Romania.  – voice of america, day in photos

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