harvestable

the rise and fall
of the coir debacle
and the sighs of relief
that follow
_______
bending into pre-lunch
yoga (forest sequence)
first sweat of the day
_______

barefoot with hula hoe
i uproot north garden weeds
drawing comparisons
between weeding and ethnic cleansing
(take out the life seen as
of no use/inferior
so that the life seen as of value
thrives)
and while thinking of
names for light
_______

lowering starts
into north garden ground
the wonder of how
a small cucumber plant
can smell like its fruit
before it has even bloomed
_______

the way the
cloud cover plus breeze
plus sleeveless tee and
short hot pink/black shorts
make the humidity
workable
(later i joke: i wasn’t walking around
out there today
i was swimming)
_______

my palm against
the bottom of emory’s foot
and revealing to him that
they are the same length
_______

tyler on the porch
at dinner describing something
simon (age 6) said
the other morning:
the smallness
goes on forever
_______
tree frog sound
wafting from siberian elm
while i dig cat food out
from back yard barrel
to set on perch
_______
something harvestable she says
i love your garden metaphors i respond
_______

from the water world:
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Volunteers collect fuel oil from rocks at the “Muelle Viejo” beach in Gran Canaria in Spain’s Canary Islands. A Russian ship, carrying 1,409 tons of fuel oil, caught fire in Las Palmas port and authorities towed it out to sea where it sank offshore April 14 around 15 nautical miles south of Gran Canaria. The Development Ministry says they continue to take protective measures to avoid slicks spotted off beaches in the area. – voice of america, day in photos

 

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Students gather as a jet of water is released from a riot police vehicle during a demonstration to demand changes in the education system, in Santiago, Chile. – voice of america, day in photos

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to patch

hunting my feet
i describe the manner in which
ashby woke me this morning
at 5:35 a.m.
in time for sunrise
snippet gazing
_______

squeak of sugar snap peas
(first harvest) rubbing against
each other as we grab handfuls
from metal bowl
_______
what if they used barrels
of swedish fish
to re-stock our pond i ask
on the porch after lunch
_______

itchyness of skin scratch
where kitten claws
(accompanied by mewing)
dug in
_______

frantic buzz sound of
fly newly stuck to uncoiled fly strip
as i arrange sprigs of spearmint
on dehydrating racks
in karma kitchen
_______
panorama swirl of
gray sky storm-brew
steel gray against blue gray against silver gray
woven cloud layers varying in
density and depth
_______

emory offers the
black/white zebra tape
to patch cracked matching wristband
_______

you put the super in super-hero
she says from a windy parking lot

where taos mountain looms/looks over

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our skin we

greenhouse de-con crew
removing the last of the plaster from
earthen-bag stacks
trish insists
on the party speaker
and we work-dance
beginning with yeah
_______

bottom-of-stairs
watermelon gum/ricola/post-tooth-brush
flavored kiss
_______

pre-lunch liana’s
tattoo shop open
for business at
side-yard picnic table
an array of temporary dinosaurs
frogs and race cars offered
_______
wrapped around white pine
trunk our limbs take on
black sap smudges
the sun shimmering
our skin we
lean in
_______

half my age i say
of renay who i chase
up/down the ultimate field
_______

lowering ourselves
into innertube opening where
we mime i-love-yous
maintaining somewhat-secrecy
amidst the pond flotilla
_______

how we carry
scent is one way
of remembering

_______
you can pick him
up sparky says
of the white baby (several
weeks old) goat
named cream
whose soft mowhawk
(running the length
of his spine) i pet
with my hand
_______

cricket the cutest
rat terrier with
perfectly placed spots
perched in mica’s bike basket
while we pedal the missouri
gravel and non-gravel hills
in sea-foam face paint
(mica’s = tendrils and angles
mine = a single assymetrical stripe)
_______

i had to keep myself
i say from chasing
your car down
that dirt road
_______
gibbous meowing
through window screen
and perhaps against my
better judgement
i let him and his entourage
(ashby) in
_______

from the water world:
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Children play in a water fountain just outside Jerusalem’s Old City. A heatwave settled over Israel with temperatures reaching near 45 degrees Celsius (113 degrees Fahrenheit), according to Israel’s Metereological Service. – voice of america, day in photos

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sparkly again

i like penetration in the morning
she reveals naming what her body has already confessed to
morning skinsweat mixing

with last night’s
how we curl
into, murmuring
not yet awake
we give – take
_______

ashby’s paw print in soft
cistern-side mud
while i trowel-dig
and drop sunflower starts in
_______
spotted in
flower bed, north garden:
first cosmos bloom
a fuschia petaled star
atop skinny stem
_______

sparkly again
i report in afternoon meeting check-in
_______
emory and nina calling out
from up in the pine
storm spotters reporting
cloud mass five miles away
_______

she explains
topo-mapping
glitter tattoo pen in hand
traces the exposed rise-falls
we can cross naked sunbathing
(on a dilapidated dock)
to lesbionic music
(beth hart and kristin hersh)
off our list
_______

under locust trees
to the sound of red-winged blackbirds
we call out cloud shapes
in the menagerie:
a hedgehog
a negative space butterfly
_______

moss slippers i call them
(though really it’s algae)
of the drapey green things
emory and simon and then i
lift with our toes/feet
off algae-tastic pond surface
_______
UP!!! alyson calls as i
toss a doughy disc of
gluten-free flatbread
in liana’s direction
across the stocked
potluck table
_______
liana pouring
chamomile lemon balm spearmint tea
through too big of a strainer
into too small of a cup
while ashly and i
sip and giggle
_______
under a ring/cloak of
gray/pink/all qaulities of light-carrying and deflecting clouds
we shoot gravel road footage
we take us to church
_______

selkie-sporting (but too humid
to be smooth) contact improv jam
of ridiculousness plus
twerkish feats and achievements
_______
popcorn hands
turning tarot cards
on rumpled blankets
_______
from the water world:
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A fisherman collects spilled crude oil at the Pantai Teluk Penyu in Cilacap, Indonesia’s Central Java province,  in this photo taken by Antara Foto. Damage to PT Pertamina crude oil unloading facility at 16 nautical miles south of Cilacap’s shore caused 14,000 liters of crude oil to leak and pollute the coastal waters, according to Antara.  – voice of america, day in photos

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A dinghy overcrowded with Afghan and other immigrants is towed by a Greek coast guard patrol boat into the port on the Greek island of Kos following a rescue operation in a part of the Aegean Sea between Turkey and Greece. – voice of america, day in photos

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on the rise of her

liana how-are-YOUs
the grocery store greeter
(in that sunspill-of-light
way that she does)
who sits with his head leaning
in his chair
_______

she salutes the orchids
deep purple
magenta streaked
_______

kid with cartoon crabs
printed red on blue jacket
plucking dinosuars from
the build-your-own terrarium station
_______

superhero outfit or tennis dress
i ask after exiting the dressing room
to reveal the swooshed dri-fit
light blue gold print
_______
ruth gilmore the salvation
army cashier says
i know that name i reply
she writes about prisons
she explains
_______

in the newly-moved-into kitchen
we make to do with
a tiny cutting board and
tv tables for counters
_______
slipper socks for all
april delivers
on this grainy (gray/rainy) late afternoon
_______

they make me so happy i say, almost crying
about the flower beds
and the plants in them
i could almost cry right now
_______

it’s so sweet and ends
with this beautiful heat
april says about the raspberry
chipotle chutney
while we chomp our
piles of nachos
and special delivery
brat-fest vegan brats
_______

first we shake
to get the ink going on the
ceramic-ware pens
and then we craft
canoes and vags and
lady gardens onto
a set of ceramic mugs
_______

the dangerous combo
of acro-yoga and
slippery unicorn leggings
resulting in laugh-fest on
living room floor
_______
cuddle-curled
chin perched on the rise
of her ribs we talk
ourselves towards
dream-time

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revealed under shining

morning sight from couch-perh of sleep:
liana sunk and sleeping deep into
part-deflated air mattress
taco-ing
_______
running the nature’s classroom property we
stop at the shores of lake beulah and
lake ______ where a turtle is seen
a great blue heron is spotted
beaver dams are pointed out
and the lives of little fish are
revealed under shining water
_______

not long before
april breaks out the
glue gun in order
to affix a pin/bracket
to a tiny unicorn
twice
_______

riding the second wave
of lilac-bloom-scent
(possible due to
being a hardiness zone or two
north of where we just came from
where the lilacs
died off several weeks ago)
_______
are you still out there
creating and breathing love and questions
into things allison asks
from her post in nebraska
_______

gas station search
for spearmint leaves candy
unsuccessful
mint m&m’s hastily purchased
as stand-in
_______

dezi shows me
the carriage house where
now the chickens roost
_______

red bulb glow on
madison co-op front porch
dezi and i trade
tales that have unraveled
since our last reunioning
whir of bikers
occasionally pedaling past
_______
i send my salt-lick arms
i say for wrapping
and rustling

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ghost-tracks

hauling old earthen plaster
bucketful by bucketful
out from leaky greenhouse
we pry with small crowbars and sticks
we got the de-con going on
_______

three deer appear
on gravel road ahead
as we pedal uphill towards their ghost-tracks
liana shouts
i love you franciszka voeltz!!!
into the forest-y rainwet green
_______
slice of pizza in
your pants ashly and i
compose a nonsense jingle
with accompanying hand gesture
after passing invisible
tea and crumpets
over hot tub waters
_______

if she could choose
where i was right now
she’d choose for me
to be back in the womb
i say
_______

holding cushions
one foot out of reach
as i pass them up the ladder
to ashly and how it gets funnier
each time
_______

clearly out of my weight class
we wrestle/howl anyway
under xmas lights
gut-laughing in
breathless collapsings
_______

bed-curled we pass
back and forth a
can of waist watchers
ginger ale
(bubbles popping against aluminum)
while snacking handfuls
of sandhill popcorn
_______
from the water world:
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A man travels down a flooded alley on a styrofoam board after heavy rainfall in Liuzhou, Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region, China. – voice of america, day in photos

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