Monthly Archives: January 2010

i know this blooming

1. dreams:
greyhound nighttime bus station
and the waiting
the waiting
something about disaster
and gurnies
haiti meets katrina

2. floorboard creak
alerts couchbird
i have risen
and am leaning into day

3. yesterdays 2.700 feet
lodging itself
in todays hips
and ribs

4. brick and rail
exposed
under upturned asphalt
return visits on two wheels
it never gets old

5. milky peppermint tea
steeping in azure pot
the vision
includes
glittering ribbons
a typewriter
and binder clips

6. spring drifting in cracked open windows
while corinne sweeps living room
some ancient version of me
shaking itself from sleep
saying
i know this
i know this smell
i know this blooming
i have
certainly
been here
before

7. hawthorne and 35th
shiz and i
arms linked
one chocolate covered hazelnut
for the road

8. it finally occurs to me
to look up
from peeled apart road
to find a moon
the size of the giant peach
as in james and the

9. moon outperforming streetlights
moon passing through thin strip of gauze cloud
moon pulling me out to grade school playground for a
fuller quieter more dark-cloaked view
moon behind weeping willow silhouette

10. gift
cupped in palms
at the bottom of the staircase
woodcarved
red
hare

11. leaning into it
i miss you
honeyheartmelt

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backpacks big enough to pack a week into

1. ninethirty am
scrambled breakfast awaits
kale
mushrooms
eggs
with a side of
blueberry
breakfast cereal
in the clouds
of burnt bacon

2. gotta’ hava’ java
espresso drive thru
highway 14
somewhere between
the bridge of the gods
and dog mountain
far enough from portland
to have decimated
a bag of
honey dijon chips
on the way

3. it’s too bad
your bum shoulder
is on my side
in the car
when you say
everyone
must be tall
to you

4. discovery of the
left-behind raincoat
and the
dead-battery camera

5. the sweetest
most crisp
fuji apple
passed back and forth
between our
forest-cold hands

6. keep going
this is what the tree
bends low
to whisper in my ear

7. with an elevation gain of 2,700 feet
in 3.7 miles
we come across the crankiest
and most over-geared hikers
i’ve ever met
gators
walking sticks
backpacks big enough to pack a week into
my legwarmers (that’s gators to you)
and tennisshoes
become the new joke

8. ascending
to snow
through clouds

9. tempeh tuna salad
and rice crackers
crouching into snow
to eat
knees
ankles
hands
shaking
.1 misread as 1
more mile to go

10. bad-hair day trees
near the summit
as if
the wind
is always
blowing

11. icefrost on branches
formed
like lines from a chisel-tip
marker
pointed
in the same bad-hair tree day
direction
melting from the heat
of our breath

12. from sundown on friday
to sundown on saturday…

corinne finishes the sentence:
sweetie unplugs

13. handheld
in front seat
south on 1-84
with chocolate in our mouths
we navigate

14. content
in this hardworked body
i stay home

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regarding practice and devotion

1. dreams:
finally
we lean into the melt
of each other

climbing into my
uncovered horseless wagon
pedaling and steering with hands
you alongside
on a scooter

late
or at least very last minute
for the portland-bound
greyhound

tell me about truth
someone whispers
from that between-worlds
place

2. from 2915 mlk
to 18th and alberta
in 13 bike minutes flat
like a knife
sharpshined
cutting through
the cake of this town

3. discussing the back pain
with my acupuncturist
i laugh while
explaining the soupbowl futon
after she asks
what kind of bed do you sleep in?

4. shirt off
face down
tucked between white sheets
landscape of glass cups
suctioned along spine
clinking
with each deeplung breath

5. bright red shining mary janes
and a multicolored vest
in the produce aisle
near the carrots
i tell her
i like her shoes

6. tempeh tuna salad
with 1/4 of molly’s red onion
five summer canned pickles
and twiggy seaweed chopped fine
warm
and perfect
packaged for tomorrow’s ascent

7. smuggling firewood
in armfuls
from red subaru hatchback
to living room

8. proposing
‘your mom’ jokes
as scholarship essay answers

9. corinne compares the story
to a xylophone
clean
while carrot
notes the handwritten definition
of egregious

10. brightest full moon
of 2010
invisible under cloud cover
the quickening time,
when intention and devotion
rise up within us
to meet the year ahead

aligning with notes over the telegraph
regarding practice and devotion
gold-gilding
my day

11. if nothing else
i want to remember
the dedication
to doing the next right thing

12. cross-section image
of ant colonies
a network
of spoondiggers tunnels

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the heartbreak of draft-horses

1. dream:
a party
couchperched
straightspined
and deepbreathing
even my clothes are confident
my lack of eye-contact
is not avoidance
but a deliberate choice
about
giving and taking
later
your voice
through the heating vent
says
i think she’s done with me

2. blanket
of sky
pulled back
exposing pink strip of horizon

3. jon’s college friend
named ‘cocktail’
who always wore suits
drank cocktails
and owned only one tape
(van halen
withe the hot for teacher track)
to play
in batttery-powered
backseat boombox

4. dusting out the
steamer trunk
with seedlings of possibility
katie’s farm
square peg farm
breitenbush hot springs

5. post-shower
towelwrapped
and collapsed
into
a cocoon
parade of miniature dreams
marching
between my ears
followed by a parade
of cocoon visitors

6. paula arrives
with a bouquet of beets

7. james
molly
paula
toby
and i
bellies full
on beet walnut fromage blanc basil salad
sweet potato fries
bowl of greens
seaweed crackers
pecan-stuffed cinnamon nutmeg cardamom orange zest dates

8. paula the icecream warrior
now living on
the riches
of the waffle cone

9. the heartbreak
of drafthorses
bred too big for their bodies
destined
for hoof deterioration

10. four of us
one pint of chocolate coconut bliss
three spoons
passed
from couch to couch
while discussing
the finer points
of casual
dating

11. dictionary fortune:
enroot: to fix by the root, to attach or place securely; implant deeply
enroute: during the course of a journey; on the way

12. this tunnel
is made of chairs
and this heart
is a mason jar
of honey
in the sun

13. entering
discourses of dis/honesty
layered
complex
in verbal and action forms

14. handbell chorus of shame
ringing out
from elbows
up stretch of humerous
to scapula
if nothing else
it will give you something
to talk about
on sunday
with eggs

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no longer percussion but watery

1. sunspilled sky
liquid gold
8am
trees
to the west
over left shoulder
glowing green

2. something about work
and how i had to cry
on the  ride home
downhill
something about how matthew said
the new temporary line cooler
made him feel like a giant
and aaron the boss
responded
yeah? did you rest your nuts on it
?
something about
how aaron said
what the hell is that noise?
about the cd matthew was playing
and how all of a sudden
i am a shamed child
and something about
how i offer to cut tomatoes and mushrooms
at 3:45
and perhaps
this saved me
from ryan’s your work isn’t cutting it wrath
but it doesn’t save me
from feeling
inadequate
inconsequential
small
and exhausted
and frustrated
and the full weight
of patriarchy
in the work place

3. vita cafe employee rules
my special copy
burned
in the fireplace
before i’ve even changed out
of greased work clothes
followed by
sage
smoking
picked
from the edge of that train town
under wyoming stars

4. roasted potatoes, sweet potatoes, garlic
salad with mochi crutons and tahini dressing
and a kitchen pullup bar
i am too exhausted
to approach

5. shhh, no words
james leans into my heartbeat
silver stethoscope against chest
nurse in training
i listen too
sound
no longer percussion
but watery
a whole liquid world
of channels
and valves
open closed
open closed
and the rush of fluids
between these two states

6. each of us
containing 5 to 6 liters
of blood
charting its course
once a minute

7. discovering how to
best navigate
hold
meet
witness
your strata
my meltwater


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fame. i’m gonna live forever.

1. red brick and rail
exposed
to daylight

2. partner head stand practice
on a collection of
maroon
baby blue
navy
and olive green mats
pressing elbow pads
into ground
while we cup our heads
to our hands
figure eights
in our thumbs and forefingers

3. sarai
krissy
shea (voted best possible person
to run a whorehouse in portland)
cataloging spring seed stock
around living room table

4. wide rainbow
raining over washington
just beyond
the columbia
river

5. man on ladder
reaching up to lightbulbs
under alberta street
yarn store
overhang

6. salted roasted cashews
in our palms
chased by the sweetness of
lemon ginger echinachea juice

7. auditions
monologues
and that cafeteria scene
fame.
i’m gonna live forever.

8. self care
in three parts:
yoga
co-counseling
sauna

9. in case of fire
sit as close as possible
so that you may feel your toes
dancing
on the surface
of the sun

10. ryder’s tom kha soup
lime rinds and all
with sweet and sour stir fry
secret garden taking turns telling
what we look forward to about this week
what we look froward to about getting older
and what we hope to get done by the end of
february

11. towelwrapped and placing
lavender offering
in foot-of-statue candlelight
gratitude for the desert

12. tributaries
of sweat
running down
chest
spine
limbs

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the answer is softness

1. sugar
shining like frost
over antique yellow triangle
of ginger scone
day olds
delivered
from two doors down

2. two droppersfull
of aubin’s
echinacea
under my tongue
washed with water

3. broken (chapped) things:
salad spinner
sandwich cooler
rubber non-slip mats
floor squeegee
red concrete floor paint

4. fabric store
closed on mondays
i tug at the doorhandle
anyway

5. tea house
full
instead of waiting
i turn away

6. staedtler markers
paper
ball point pen
splayed

7. man at the next table
says peace
instead of goodbye
before hanging up

8. chapter #2
afloat on green couch
bowl full of dinner
balanced on thighs
wool blanket draped
wishing for a fire in the fireplace

9. itunes shuffle fortune:
fortune #1
fortune #2
fortune #3

10. in a time of meltwater
and anticipations of steamer trunks
the answer
is softness
linen on linen

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