Monthly Archives: December 2013

glimmer is the word i use

a little past nine am
fingers still citrusy with tangerine residue
i wave through the windshield

to mom at the front window
in a red sweater and waving with both hands
_______

this day last year the sun was bright
and the snow was high
i say in the passenger seat as the
grey grey drizzles down
as we head west (madison-wards) on i-94

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the difference between
being comfortable
and too comfortable
has something to do with fear
we discuss

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why we want the things we want for the people in our lives
i ask for instance do we want others to change because it would make us happier
or themselves?

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muriel rukeyser collection
(purple and gold cover)
open and in my hands
_______

those holiday cookies look good i respond
when asked if i want anything else
and debbie emerges with a blue/white iced snowflake
in a paper bag
_______

we have to fight i say eating an egg stack
prepared by debbie (with a side of kraut)
to get our work/words out

_______

glimmer is the word i use
about a zinemobile inheritance
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e, mollie, debbie and i
roll the scattergories die
in a living room in a house on ingersoll
yellow legal paper in our laps
pens in our hands
constructing our own categories
including but not limited to:
spices and herbs
euphemisms for sex
kitchen utensils
authors

_______

mistaking the phrase
horizontal refreshment
for horizontal snack
we laugh while going through the alphabet of slang

_______

the glow of a bedside lamp
made of himalyan rock salt
under a weatherproofed (plastic attached) window

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westward

west on the 94
then a little bit south towards the capital
tiny slush-ice building up underneath the wipers
two cars in the ditch between here and there

you offer a regret for all the times you told me to put it into second gear

and the other day you recalled another thing about me:
(i thought it was going to be how i would climb into the closet
amidst all the yelling
even in middle/high school
but instead
it was about the time that everyone was yelling
and i flung open my door and shouted
(one version of the mouse lion-roaring)
(stop!
everybody just stop yelling!)

and then we get to thinking/talking about
the things we want for someone that is afraid

i am grateful
to not be alone in that
and grateful
to have someone else’s versions of a shared past
to line mine up next to
(a validation/reflecting back
that show me i haven’t been making it all up)

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driest

morning pancakes with
berry compote and maple syrup
served before we wave goodbye
_______

a roof rake tutorial on the back porch
this body i think was meant to work
while winding my way around the perimeter
developing my technique as i go
the thud of snow as it falls in piles
from roof to ground

_______

on the ride home
i animatedly describe
when katniss began fighting the system
instead of fighting the other tributes

_______

i remember another thing you used to get upset about
dad says
recalling one time when i exploded/screamed:
everybody! stop yelling!
which is quite contradictory to the recollection i thought he was going to say
(the one of me climbing into my closet
during the yelling matches
not out of fear
but out of desire for quiet/calm)
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news from the water world:
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Heavy rains have killed many people in Espirito Santo state in Brazil. Here the Doce River in Vitoria has burst its banks. Tens of thousands have been left homeless. – bbc, day in photos

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Workers and a crane are seen next to a newly-built ice sculpture castle ahead of the 30th Harbin Ice and Snow Festival, in Heilongjiang province, China. According to festival organizers, nearly 10,000 workers were employed to build the sculptures, which require about 180,000 square meters of ice and 150,000 square meters of snow.
– voice of america, day in photos

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This handout image released by the Centre of Excellence for Climate System Science at the University of New South Wales shows the ship MV Akademik Shokalskiy trapped in the ice at sea off Antarctica. The ship, with 74 people on board, has been trapped in ice about 100 nautical miles east of the French base Dumont D’Urville since Dec. 24
. – voice of america, day in photos

california closes in on driest year on record
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-https://twitter.com/ABC7forecast

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An aerial view of the Big Sur fire last Wednesday. Still from video by KRON/NBC News, San Francisco. – weather underground

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flickering a welcome

shuffling through scallop-edged photos
for the first time
i see the resemblance
between my father and his birth-father(whom i’ve never met)’s face
_______

i count on my fingers
(brought on by the photo-shuffling)
determined to get it clear
the names of my dad’s
full siblings (pat, richard)
half siblings (bob, theresa, david)
and step siblings (danny)
they had a mixed family before mixed families were a thing
mom says
_______
postcards composed at the kitchen table
apple-stamped and addressed in cursive
_______
ami’s tea party accent
while she pours from the fischer price pot on the fischer price tray
would you like one lump or two?
followed by madix’s
bursts of laughter
as he sips his imaginary steaming beverage

_______

fortune cookie fortune:
something about
today being yesterday’s worries about tomorrow
_______
two ice globe lanterns
flickering a welcome
on the front snow-lined walkway
_______

max’s cabinet
workspace view
with a cement floor for a background
(why yes, indeed that is mine, thank you for noticing!)
_______
games played
(accompanied by bowls of nuts
hard candy
and pretzels)
mad gab
cranium
scattegories
apples to apples
_______

from the waterless world:
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In this aerial photograph, dry river beds snake among the rugged terrain in eastern Afghanistan. – voice of america, day in photos

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if i fall i fall

i keep my nails short i say
while showing izzi (my 12 year old niece)
do you think you can work with these?
yeah she says
so i sort through the polish
choosing a royal and sea/pastel blue
(plus big gold glitter on top)
and take a seat at the makeshift
manicure station

_______

isaiah (11)
shows me how to wrap rubber bands
on the rainbow loom
so that i end up with a
blue purple black
rubberband woven bracelet

i don’t know about you
but for me, there is always a joy when those who teach me
(anything. from bracelet making to the uses of rosehips to how to surf)
defy the standard of what/who a teacher is
_______

if i fall, i fall i declare
feet strapped in boots clamped into skis
as dad and i approach a downhill
_______
unnamed phenomena:
how witnessing others do things they are phenomenal at
(often some physical feat
like landing a triple axle
or crossing a marathon finish line
or bowing their head to receive a wreath of laurel)
leads me to something like inspiration or aspiration or admiration
or all of the above

_______

the buzz of powerlines draped overhead
while snow comes down
(light like crumbs,
something we can brush off)
sled hill to the left
groomed tracks underneath me

_______

wherein i learn
via observation and guidance
to skate-ski
_______
styrofoam cones
poked through with toothpicks
stuck with red and green gumdrops at the other end
(gumdrop tree)
_______

this in from the water world
(this week and also six months ago):

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The facade of a house collapses due to floods after the Dirk storm in Quimperle, western of France. – voice of america, day in photos

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A participant in a colorful costume jumps into the water during the104th edition of the Copa Nadal (Christmas Cup) in Barcelona’s Port Vell, Spain.  – voice of america, day in photos

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In June thousands of people fled their homes as deadly flood waters caused havoc across central Europe. Here a swimming pool is surrounded by flood water from the River Elbe near Magdeburg in Germany. – bbc, year in photos

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absconding

dear readers,
i am absconding to familyland
it is my intention to continue posting
but there is no guarantee

also
i’m thinking of all of you
always

xox
F
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from the water world:

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 Washerwomen, who earn close to 2,000 Ar (less than $1) a day, wash laundry along the banks of the Ikopa River in Madagascar’s capital Antananarivo. – voice of america, day in photos

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when i say someone, i mean kin

slab of marble
surface for sugar cookie dough rolling
floured and cut into stars and moons
shapes placed on parchment
to cool before heating
_______

things we bring
to the mama maple altar
injecting light
into the shortest day of the year:
candles
various rocks
paper and pen to make words for burning
feather
sugar cookies in star and moon shapes
a bell from sledge’s string of bells
a pipe cleaner bracelet
dried apples
a heart
bones
sage, which, when i say i don’t know where it’s from
but it’s very special
means: my friend kate sent it
i think from spain
at least 5 if not 10 years ago
and when i say kate
i mean
someone who passed from this world to the next
two years ago
and when i say someone
i mean
kin
which means
this is not just any old sage
it is an invocation

we burn the year behind us
and fan the flame on the one ahead
_______

mica cracker-making while i
whisk together peanut sauce
prepare veggies for stir frying
start the garbanzo beans with coconut oil in the cast iron
hall and oates playlist on the stereo

_______
all ice, a road that
won’t allow us to go anywhere
except slip from side to side
at least we tried
(the  gathering three miles down the way
solstices on without us)
______
howling
wailing maybe
(what a broken wrist sounds like)
mica working the mitten off her hand
_______

badass is the word we use
when talking about the kind of truck
that will get mica and her broken wrist
from here to the hospital
in the sleet-on-ice conditions
_______

10:32pm
freezing rain
on the corrugated metal roof

_______

this is why i’m not a medical worker
i say
tentatively wrapping the ace around mica’s braced wrist/forearem (busted radius)
mumbling something about being so careful to not hurt someone else
you’d get better at it she says
if you had to

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