when the redness rusts

(less today and more last night
but perhaps most likely sometime in between) :

the first umbra
moves in across the moon (full)
while i warm at the stove in the greenhouse
and step out, every 10 or 15 minutes or so
to see the moon/sky change
how the energy around me changes
as the light fades
once the redness rusts (2:30ish a.m.)
i retreat to sleep
(bloodmoon on a 23 degree night)
how a big part of the magic
was not the moon at all
but the spray of stars revealed
in its veiling

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clipping cotyledons
off the singed brassica starts
in the greenhouse
(still stovewarmed at 9am)
with red-handled scissors

_______

jesse holds acetate stencil
(fox-shaped)
up to greenhouse wall
while i sponge on
the red clay/mud
_______

a name for the delight of
an end-of-the-liner
finding there are still chai-spiced mini cupcakes
and mexican hot chocolate cookies
awaiting in the potluck kitchen

_______

mica on upstairs karma couch
as tyler starts asking about missouri
says something like
is it political? i don’t know anything about politics
which may be true in some ways
but is mostly hilarious because of
the untrueness of it
and then, more hilarity
when she says
(as if to say more, but gets cut off here)
i read part of a book once…
and maybe none of this even translates
but the laughter that unfolded
is what it’s about

_______

the crackle of fire
in the stove along with
the glub-bubbling
carboy in the closet
tyler’s latest
brewing for sandhill’s 40th anniversary/mayday

_______

we sing-yell
baaa bahh black sheep
have you any wool
with emory

in the toyota truckbed
cruising south on highway M
under a blushing sky
_______

from the water world:

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An Iraqi boy jumps off the back of a buffalo into the water in the city of Najaf
Picture: HAIDAR HAMDANI/AFP/Getty Images – telegraph

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Michigan rivers are over their banks after three days of storms dropped as much of 5.5 inches of rain, forcing some flood plain residents from their homes. This man evacuated on April 14 after the waters flooded his home.
Photo: AP – the hindu

 

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with pitchforks and muscle

snow swirling on chilled morning air
the sound it makes against:
puffy green vest
corrugated plastic priv roof
green grass and old dead leaves
the white of it seen from
edges of my vision as it lands
on cheeks and lashes

in the midst of all this,
another white: blooms on three of the orchard trees

_______

after-lunch chocolate chip offering
from the smallest of nesting ramikens

_______

i make some stupid joke
about freezing mid-stried
while road crossing
and then freeze-pose it for a pause

_______

granola’s nose scab
(where the vet sliced her open
to see whether the growth was
more like an abcess [drainable]
or more like cancerous)
found on her chair of residence
and dropped into the tray of
flower-starts on the window ledge

______

in snowpants (trish)
and a windproof layer (darien)
all of us wearing gloves
not because of the rugged work ahead
but because of the dropping temperature
as the day moves through itself

_______

the rhythm of lifting the breaking-down tangles
of last fall’s sorghum stalks
with pitchforks and muscle
into the garden cart
and lifting/dumping them out again
as we pummie paths
so, this just turns into soil i ask
about what happens between now and
next spring

_______

i don’t know anything about writing trish says
surrounded by pages of her zine
in mid-layout

_______

emory opens a chocolate chip store
on the couch
where i buy one chip from his handful
with one chip from mine

______

how the shape of moonlight (full)
turns into a band
when seen through corrugated plastic
(as in: while lighting a fire
in the greenhouse
on this mid-april night that’s
suppoed to get down to 23 degrees)

_______

9:05pm
whitehouse kitchen fills with banana bread baking smell and
the sound of two tickings and one rattle
(fast tick: plastic hamburger-shaped timer on table
slow tick: round black-framed white-face clock above sink
rattle: small fridge tucked in between
the cast-irons wall and the dishracks,
metal-on-metal kind of sound

_______

from the water world:
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Water is sprayed on revelers during the traditional new year water festival in Rangoon, Burma. Burma began celebrating Thingyan on Sunday, marking the New Year according to the traditional Burmese Lunisolar calendar.  – voice of america, day in photos

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Thousands of wildebeest battle against each other to cross Kenya’s Mara River. Just north of the border with Tanzania, the animals are part of the largest animal movement in the 21st century – known as the Great Migration.
Picture: Karen Lunney/Solent News – telegraph

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under morning thunder

under morning thunder
mica unfurls the quilt
left unfinished by her grandma
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treasure-hunting we call it
tromping through rainwet (and glass-lined) woods
of what was once
a landfill
finds include:
poison (algae water in what i presume to be a ketchup bottle)
a blue pint ball jar, unbroken
a rubber ball (for hank)
another bottle i presume to be something ketchupish (a great vase, i say)
slices of wood slabs rich red and blond and dark rings
later identified by darien as locust

_______

emory perched
in a recently pruned apple tree
at the edge of the pond says
from tree-top
this is a good lookout

_______

two applewood branches
in a zip loc bag
to keep them green and easier
to carve

_______

how mica holds granola’s head
and she, post-lunch and sleepy
complies
a few quick snips through scab crust
to remove white tied stitches
from the incision above her nose

_______

jesse enters the kitchen
with a gathering of wild edibles
in a silver bowl

_______

in william’s handwriting
the dosa recipe
at my side as i ladle
the fermented rice/lentils
into skillets on the stove
attempting to perfect my crepe-thinning ladle-side/bottom technique
while the smell of banana bread
(a box browning brought in by st. lousians)
rises from oven

_______

a sting like cartoon stars
that swells my finger
tyler smooshes (crunch) the black wasp under his shoe
on the plastic bag on the kitchen floor

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left the tracks singing

the best part of dog and gun
i report back
was finding the tent that was kindof like a library, it was so quiet,
and spending a half hour, maybe 45 minutes
looking at every single postcard
in the box of postcards

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first shorts-wearing day of the year
soil sneaking in between foot and sandal
in the field named look farther
_______

like pearls
shining in the furrows
potatoes placed
skin-side up

_______

black gold announces trish
texas t!
shaking shovelfuls of horse manure
over the potatoes before we
fill the furrows back in

_______

shirts twisted around the line
(evidence of today’s perfect laundry weather,
sunny/hot and windy)
as i unclip them

_______

the brutal uprooting
of tomato seedlings
in the name of giving them
a bigger home
(dangled down into the broadened/deepened centerhole
in the soilblocks)

_______

will you (do the honors) mica asks
a tube of aloe gel in her hand and
her shoulders/upper back pink and radiating heat

_______

what do you mean when you say that was a good one
sarah sun asks about the particular train that
just passed and left the tracks singing beneath us
i mean it was fast
and loud
_______

moon halo
hanging over us
on the train bridge
(the moon itself
smudged by gray)
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this just in from the water world:

Filipino instructors teach participants how to swim like mermaid during the 'Mermaid Swim Experience' at Manila Ocean Park, Manila, the Philippines. The 45 minute experience features basic swimming instruction, how to glide with fish tail underwater and proper breathing techniques so participants can fufill their dreams of being mermaids.Filipino instructors teach participants how to swim like mermaid during the ‘Mermaid Swim Experience’ at Manila Ocean Park, Manila, the Philippines. The 45 minute experience features basic swimming instruction, how to glide with fish tail underwater and breathing techniques so participants can fufill their dreams of being mermaids. Picture: RITCHIE B. TONGO/EPA – telegraph

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laying down coins and cards

how a highway pickup with lulu
is almost like being back in ecuador
gathering trash, we laugh
about the telltale crackle
of plastic underfoot
(concealed by layers of matted grass)
we study the latest in energy drinks (xyience)
and we jokingly deride our fellow pickuppers
for missing so much as we double back
_______

mica, stephen, emory, robin, tyler, trish and i
walk the streets of rutledge
taking up the span of pavement
a band photo
to get to zims
for pre-lunch ice cream (no matter which size
cone you order, tyler says, they always give you
the same amount)

_______

the rhythm of potato planting:
first, the furrows
dug with a thinner version of a grub hoe
(a furrowing hoe)
then potatoes (sliced –
each piece adorned with at least one eye)
placed skin-side up,
10 inches apart
one of us goes through
with a wheelbarrow
scooping out several shakes of manure
on top of each potato
and one of us comes through
with a hoe
(or just our hands)
to seal the furrow back up
_______

is that enough ghee joe asks
standing back at the butcher block
a big silver bowl of popcorn
in his hands

_______

poporopo!!!!!
spanish tells us the word for popcorn he picked up in south america
and we cannot help but exclaim
stan, gigi, joe, trish and i while
laying down coins and cards
in spanish

_______

though lulu and i
have told the dogs-of-quilatoa story
multiple times before
tonight is the first time
we tell it in spanish
_______

a night i never want to come in from
meaning: it’s nice enough to sit on the
screened-in porch without being cold
the peepers singing their rise-fall chorus
the moon coating grass, the road, tree limbs
in light

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the history it was built on

balmy is the word
we wake to
(last night’s cloud
cover insulating this
morning’s air to 50 degrees)
and the day that follows
remains blanketed
in insulation
(cloud cover
but enough light streaming through
that it is never a dreary gray)
warm enough to be
sleeveless in the garden

_______

the birds in the morning
they’re just so joyful
i want some of that joy
stan says
yeah, hook me up
says tyler

_______

trish talks with tears in her eyes
about two things:1. the treehouse
in the cottonwood forest
that was once
the pruitt igoe projects
not only the treehouse
but the history it was built on and
the dreaming that went into building it
2.  holding a
two-thousand year old pipe
(made of stone, shaped like a bird)
to her mouth
at the st. louis lakota sweat

_______

from 1:30 – 6 pm
it’s me and the digging fork in
east garden, bed #2
[future site of cosmos, painted tongue, bachelor's buttons, marigolds, yarrow]
easing out the dead nettle [which is never dead,
which in fact was green and growing
even in the single digit days of winter] and dandelion
and breaking up the waking soil
for planting into
plus path-digging
and path-mulching
the bone and muscle satisfaction
of working this process
from beginning to end

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_______

for every two you see
you can take one
i tell emory
regarding the worms
in east garden bed #2
which he makes a home for
with dirt in a plastic tub

_______

the flinch-face i make
is more for entertainment purposes
than acutal flinching
when trish puts her hand
near my heart
(which is four layers under:
puffy vest, sweater, thin long underwear, sleeveless tshirt)

we strategize over
joe’s hashbrowns and
a bar of chocolate with
hazelnuts and berries

_______

darien delivers
one stick of frankincense
and one stick of tibetan incense
in exchange for one stick of japanese incense
and one doug fir

_______

the small but significant sacredness
of dirt on my fingers/around my nails
at the end
of the day

_______

from the water world:

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Men pose for a photo from the inside of an abandoned buildings cistern in Rio, Brazil. Thousands of people have laid claim to the compound of abandoned office buildings owned by the private telecommunications company Oi, and named their settlement after the state-owned telecommunications Telerj. Picture: Silvia Izquierd – the telegraph

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A tiny jumping spider no bigger than 0.39′ (1cm) long keeps still as it wanders carefully through moss while balancing a water droplet on its head. Picture: Rohani Tanasal/Solent - the telegraph

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Men try to douse the flames with buckets of water as a fire caused by an electrical fault from one of the dwellings razes homes in Nairobi’s Deep Sea slum. Picture: SIMON MAINA/AFP -
the telegraph

 

 

 

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enough glow

in the dream
a tornado
we hear the first sound
(which was storm then silence then the eerie sound i trust i know will mean tornado when i hear it in waking life)
make our way to the root cellar for safety
in preparation for the second sound
(more of that crackle, possibly whistle and green sky and hairs standing up because the air is alive with what’s about to come) that will tell us the tornado is upon us

near the root cellar
we are ready to climb down
shut the door above us
and get in the three-points position
(knees, toes, forehead touching ground -
recall gradeschool drills
how weird it was to be that close
to the bottom of someone else’s shoes)

without time to grab them
i think of all the information on this computer
i think of the notebooks and letters
i think of quilts and clothes

so they won’t get drowned out
we release them
the animals
which in waking life are about two dozen chickens
two dogs and three cats
but in the dream
was two lions
some ostrich like birds (all black)
and something all-foursish
maybe baby bears without all the danger
maybe goat kids
maybe fuzzy lambs
it’s like some noah’s ark scene
animated in high definition
(something like the creatures from the zoo in the film life of pi)
though there is more than two by two
and i wonder about getting them to come back to us
after the twister rips through or
if they are freed forever

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in the other dream
you work in an office across the tracks
which is not far from my friend’s
(a five minute walk
maybe ten)

my friend (who lives not far from your office) and you
are together
s/he looks out their window to see if your office light is on

you, the spruce star man in a crisp pink shirt
s/he, the heartbroke left-behind

_______

somewhere in between these two dreams:
something like a flat of starts
but instead of plants
they are butterflies
hatching
small and black with some redyellow colors
we realize we have to cover the container
or they’ll all get away

_______

mica’s biscuits
turned mini-pizzas
(pesto, nutritional yeast sauce, roasted red pepeprs, tomato sauce, sprinkle of parmesan)
spaced evenly on trays
on the butcher block

_______

post-lunch
kim, mica and i
lying flat on the grass
next to the picnic table
we give our bodies
to sun
to earth

_______

how granola the cat not only lets me in
but leans her stitched forehead into the
peroxided cotton ball
(pressed into little bit of ooze
little bit of blood)

_______

darien at the dining room table
working with and around silver bowls
(adding ingredients, mixing)
like a dj would work turntables

_______

we work mostly in silence
under afternoon (spring) sun
removing mulch with pitchforks
digging up the paths and
hoeing the beds in preparation
for planting

_______

mica and i bent over kitchen table
laughing with mouthfuls of spinach

_______

can i see its face
i ask about the mole (dead) in joe’s hand
the way he holds it
(fist full of digging-limbed creature)
and the way it lays
(no floppy neck
just a solid mole shape)
makes it look like
a toy/stuffed animal
i touch my finger to its shortsoft
babybear fur

_______

i dug up a dragon i tell trish
catching her up on
the occurrences in her absence
i told my therapist she says, conversely,
catching me up that i love her

_______

up on the slater’s hill
to fetch a text
under half-moon sky
(enough glow to cast shadows)

_______

from the water world:

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A tourist reacts as an elephant sprays her with water in celebration of the Songkran water festival in Thailand’s Ayutthaya province. – voice of america, day in photos

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A girl throws water into the air as she plays in an area recently occupied by squatters in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Photo: AP – the hindu, day in pictures

 

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