frost formed

farm people were in it i say
attempting to recall
the dream sequence details
_______
5 something a.m. still dark
sound of goats bleating
near the greenhouse
frost formed on
windshield and driveway gate
_______
come on over to the apothecary
my ibuprofen looks raggedy i say
but it still works
_______
hoodoo regina says don’t laugh
and i am leaning up against the doorway
laughing
_______
bulk tea jar jumps
from co-op shelf
crashes a few feet from me
like it fell from the sky the guy says
who makes a joke about how
it looks good enough to smoke
while the woman sweeping it up laughs
saying it smells too minty to smoke
but if it was something else
she would
_______
everywhere i walk sound
of snow melting
slips off pitched metal roofs
waters the wild dock busting through the sidewalk
softens ground beneath
and sometimes the sound
of a horn honked
at me because
i happen to be
taking my body with me
________
late night distant
but never ending
high whine pitch
of cars racing
down the strip

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away from winter

i realize that
it’s not that i wanted to
get away from the farm for winter
it’s that i wanted to get away from winter
i say short of breath
climbing the stone-snow path
of devisadero peak loop
_______
we talk about the development/disappearance
of wetlands and the
colorado ban on rainwater catchment
on our ascent
and auto-immune conditions/diseases
on our way down
including details of a
heart rate of 170 beats per minute
i call it the ninja disease she says
about hashimoto’s
_______
the rio grande from up here
nearly imperceptible
dark line wandering
in a goldyellow snow-covered scape
_______
look what you left i laugh
pointing to a clump of white fluff
on forest-brown ground
escaped feathers
from a hole-worn jacket
_______
vanilla sleepytime tea
steaming from mug
whose 3d cow
sports and actual tiny silver bell
that jingles when shaken
_______
my grandma asked my mom
if she knew what a french kiss was
and my mom said yes and showed her

what do you mean showed her i ask
i mean she french kissed her
we agree on the cinematic quality
of this scene
_______
little spoon or big spoon
we banter
and let the stars in
_______
you are a good breather i say
hand flat on the risefall
of someone else’s ribs

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we agree on the softness of snow

if you are not warm enough to
go running through i address
morning high desert air
somewhere in the teens
i will open the window
and let you run through me
_______
after six years daniela and i
in the same space/time
(in yet another mountain state)
we cheek-kiss hello
a sweetness to this reunioning
_______
the crinkling of the maroon and gold
bag of mozart chocolates
daniel hands me
brought thoughtfully from vienna
_______
taking the curves
snow-covered mountain trees on either side
the road follows a creek
tumbling with snowmelt
i imagine a cold so undiluted
it would only take 10 seconds of contact
before injecting one’s bones with ache
_______
you can keep it daniela says
of the kindly gifted blue-covered
animal sounds, songs, and stories chapbook
then you don’t have to read it all here
_______
debo’s enthusiasm for skiing
(childlike eager excitement)
combined with how well she knows
these mountain runs and
the ins and outs of snowmaking
is so contagious it makes me wonder
what in my life i have that zesty energy
for (and expertise of)
_______
offering my arm
to hook her red-sleeved arm around
as we ice-and-snow-step
at the top of the stairs
_______
sometimes the fear of falling
i say from the back seat
is worse than the actual fall
and we agree on the softness of snow
_______
after several attempts at
chiming in i toss the scallop-edged napkin
up into the air and over my shoulder
thus begins the joke about
whose got the talking napkin
(similar to a talking stick,
but a napkin)
_______
i’ve got a factoid i announce
(another version of the talking napkin)
during the walmart back-and-forth
and share: the 6 heirs
to the walmart fortune
make as much as the lower
79% of black families in the u.s.
_______
norteño night so cold
it must be made of blades
(sharpened by those diamond stars)
_______
happy dance of disbelief i call it
at the news of keystone pipeline
not going through the senate
(by one vote)

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glittering down

i’ve got my ear to the newswire
and my heart to the streets
(and all the rest of me is hoping
to conjure justice)
i write regarding the possible
reaching of a verdict
by the ferguson grand jury
_______
snowmelt dripping from branches
falling in clumps from
fences and electrical wires
glittering down from brown
still-hanging-on leaves
in a light dust
_______
rip off i declare outloud to myself
walking alongside the snowmelt
about the $15 pairs of crappy used boots
that i refuse to buy
_______
it’s because of that hat i say
when laura and i run into each other at the grocery store
the hat is how i realize it wasn’t the old rainforest dwelling days
(though it could have been this too)
but a free tea party hangout/exchange
not so many saturdays ago
_______
supposed to get down
to nine degrees tonight
i tell everybody
hence the roasted things
(butternut squash, onion, apple, potato, garlic)
blended with broth
and striped with chard
_______
report from the edge of the continent:
so quiet here
_______
an exchange of trail names/forest names/field names/given names reveals:
floating stone
deep breath
hot box
E
c anenome
snack
crazy coyote
friz
liana the piranha
woofie
booms

_______

from the water world:
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A man stops in front of a Coffee Shop along a flooded street after heavy rains hit northern Italy for the last few days in Omegna, Italy. – voice of america, day in photos

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pasteling

the best thing about walking away
with snow covered mountain
in golding pre-sunset light at one’s back
is the eyes feasting
on the scene
the entire return-walk back
_______
laughing in the arms of strangers
while the 5 piece taos contra band plays on
and when our group of five
finally gets the swing the basket move down
we cheer
_______
laura and i on folding chairs
try to figure out where we know each other from
and when we come up short
(not new hampshire, not bread and puppet,
not asheville/north carolina, not a bunch of people’s names i’ve never heard)

liana suggests the possibility
of a past life which is when
we toss around the idea of
me being a doug fir and her being a fern
in a pacific northwest forest
_______
generous glass of wine
(white and fruity)
only half sipped
_______
leaving, liana does a dance
under the wet white falling
_______
gratitude for colliding with you
and your you-ness here i write
while everything out the window
pastels with snow

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growling across

a red shafted flicker
defies gravity
yet again
(feet grappling adobe exterior
just outside desk window
long enough for me to study
the brushes of red
over its forehead
across its cheeks)
_______
mara brings me a tall cold glass
of bubbly water with a lime wedge
floating on top
while i prop my feet on her ottoman
pirating her kindly offered internet
while the sky in the windows behind me
remains mostly gray
broken by an occasional burst of light
_______
just like home i say
when liana excuses sweatscent
after our hug goodbye
badass i say
when liana says roller derby and yes
when i ask if she’s the one
that wears the star on her helmet
what’s that person (helmet star) called
i ask jammer she replies
_______
november desert thunder
growling across
night rain sky
_______
sounds like hard work… emotional, real, honest work
writes herman@ from the edge of the continent
yeah, heart work i write back

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sweep the sky

the calls of (red shafted) northern flickers
while they sweep the sky
above us above thousand feet of canyon
moving through winter (looks like a storm [snow] cloud air)
_______
fingers dipped in
surprise warm springs
waterfalling down a series of rocks
into the rio grande
i trace its clear water
across my forehead
over my heart
_______
manuel and regina exclaiming
on the trail ahead of me
a tarantula in all its fuzz glory
walking its slow way from gravel to sage brush
_______
it gets hot quick and it gets cold quick
i talk about our ascent
building heat
but when we pause
the canyon wind whips cool
at our warmed-up limbs
_______
the fake exasperation faces
regina and i make at each other
when one of us accidentally walks
into the frame while the other
is taking a picture
_______
mara points out the luminaria
on top of the building flickering
on paseo del pueblo
while we head north
_______
its moisturizing i joke
about the buttery popcorn
rubbing the buttery into my hands
_______
the arrogance of stealing
jewels from mother earth’s
treasure chest
(how one person in the documentary huicholes
describes mining
_______

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