Monthly Archives: April 2014

accompanied by the crackling

amaranth bubbling/popping in a little silver pot
on the six-burner stove

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stan talks about southern missouri wild-harvesters:
there used to be so many people who would go out and wild-harvest
in that area – the plants for it are still there
but someone was recently telling me about the prisons that have
moved into the area
and how people who once wild-harvested now have steady jobs in them

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just tell me what to do joseph says
regarding the placement in the 40th anniversary schedule
of the sweat (before dinner? after dinner?)
while stretching on karma floor rug

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mica suggests the pythagorean theorem
(a squared plus b squared equals c squared)
in order to get the right length of fabric
for cutting maypole ribbons

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sam cooke
singin it to me while i
whisk peanut butter
chop onions
shake spices into the pot:
i was born by the river
in a little tent
oh and just like the river
i’ve been running ever since
it’s been a long
long time coming
but i know change is gonna come
oh yes it will

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today’s sky:
sun chasing clouds chasing sun
rain in patches
cool all day
and a rainbow spotted by a 5 and 3/4ths year old
on the ride home
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imported from iowa city i say
about the coconut milk in the african peanut soup
while announcing dinner
(soup, rice, soy sauced tofu, greenhouse salad, banana bread)
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josie, ashley, rachel and i
laugh our asses off
around the spread of banangram tiles
and the boggle grid
about made-up words that don’t exist
and words that sound made up but do exist

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11:50something pm
sound of the heat-powered fan perched atop
woodburning stove
(more like a clock whose second-hand is too fast
than the sound of a machine)
accompanied by the crackling of wood
in headlamp light
notebook flipped open

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we make ourselves

two-egg omelet
fine-chopped wild garlic folded in

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the satisfaction of pulling an entire root
of dandelion (without it snapping)
out of damp soil
and the pop it makes as it
lets go

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nine lupine seeds
soaking in a shotglass
of warm water
a prepping for planting

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creme fraiche on the butcher block
spooned onto black beans/mashed potatoes/salsa
now i understand what the big deal is i say

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pecan pie shipped from texas
in celebration of sandhill’s 40th
we make ourselves sick with sweet

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one difference between gardening and farming:
we clean off our tools and find/do inside work
when it rains

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four scrappy kids (some with wild hair)
pushing each other around on top of the newly-arrived woodchip pile
under a steely gray sky

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sara and i laugh at chain-reaction blushing at
how the joke i made about my responsibility at the farm
is to keep everyone in line
brought her to saying
this thing about the picture in her head
which lead her to: you look good in that dominatrix outfit

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hank finally did it trish says
he killed a chiken today

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from the water world:

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An Indian woman carries a container of drinking water on her head and holds her child’s hand as they walk on the hot sand of the Daya River in the heat on the outskirts of eastern Bhubaneswar. Many of the Indian cities faces severe water scarcity especially in the summer season as summer temperatures soar above the 40°C (104°F). – voice of america, day in photos

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Rescue workers and volunteers search through debris in a lake a day after nearby homes were destroyed by a tornado near Vilonia, Arkansas. – voice of america, day in photos

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Police use a water cannon on “Bayan Muna” (My Country First) activists who tried to march to the U.S. embassy as they protest a state visit by President Barack Obama in Manila, Philippines. Hundreds of activists gathered near the U.S. embassy, protesting a new defence agreement which they say underscores unequal relations between the Philippines and the United States.
– voice of america, day in photos

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An aerial view shows a boat making its way on the Scharmuetzelsee near Bad Sarow, eastern Germany.
– voice of america, day in photos

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Many motorists were caught out by the spring tide on the River Thames. This chap at Putney, south west London, ties his stricken Golf to a lamppost to prevent it floating away.Picture: REX FEATURES
– the telegraph

 

 

 

 

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you would know this

between brassica-weeding and lunch bell,
twenty minutes of yoga with jason
neglected mat rolled out
body uncoiling

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lunch on the porch
emory leaning into my knee asks
how many cookies
(tylers GF nut butter w/ chocolate chips)
i took and then whispers
with raised eyebrows i ate three

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paper pot tutorial in upstairs karma
as the onslaught of rain
blurs window-vision
(nothing but green [grass, tree buds] and gray [wall of rain])
augmented by hail and
leaks spouting along the central beam

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those are gerunds trish says
computer print-outs before us
we decipher past from present
for the final pages of her
st. louis zine

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between brassica reading and dinner bell
ten minutes of reading
loft-perched
angela davis’s autobiography in my hands

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if you could see the view from here
you would know this:
late light (almost setting but not quite)
illuminating the rolling-hill valley (branch of the fabius river)
how water glints back (field puddles, perhaps creeks)
and all that light passing through spring growth
in rays from the edge of a stormcloud
as if someone plugged the trees in
their green illuminated

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down along the rock road curves
hank hunts two prizes:
1: a deer skull from the goode’s land, antlers intact
2: a flat/leathered/rotted raccoon

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darien, mica and i reach down and do the chigger rub
to squash any tiny bugs that might have
crawled up onto our ankles/calves
after exploring the fallen in root cellar/bomb shelter
and checking out the shed-stored combine

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the goode’s cows
moving with us along the fenceline
as sun sinks
something about the thunder they make
when they pick up speed moving as a group
(mob mentality)

for a while it’s just us and them standing staring
(us: three humans, two dogs – one which looks like a mini cow
and is especially captivating to the herd
them: at least 300 cows, not full grown but not baby-babys
perhaps a half a year old
perhaps two years old)
us, greeted with the sound of their breathing
after bounding alongside us
soft and steady magic/soothing

we notice the boldness of the one ear-tagged #253
(how she follows close to the fence)
she should have a name i say about her
#253, sounds like an ayn rand character
says darien
ayn rand it is

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mica on ground level (bed)
while i perch in the loft (makeshift bed)
head hanging over
we talk this way for a while
granola the cat migrates up/down
the stairs between us

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we depend on the earthworms

the day starts with stirring:
steel cut oats on low heat
packed later to go with
bananas sliced in
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on our way just outside of town
in a borrowed truck
in the bed:
v-posts
screenprinted and paper-wrapped plexiglass
level
mallet
bolts/nuts

what we borrow:
a 38-pound (estimated) post-driver
and medium sized aluminum ladder

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jodean, director of the raptor center
drops some habitat-loss stats/perspective:
iowa is the leading state in habitat loss
(much of that loss is due to corn production)
99.9% prairie loss
75% forest loss – it takes 80 years
for woodland areas to return
to natural growth).

we depend on the earthworms to build our soil
we depend on songbirds to spread plants (via seed)

is the habitat lost gone forever?
i’d like to think not
but as long as ethanol prices go up and legislators
are in cahoots with agribusiness
we have a battle to fight

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mary, rhetoric professor at university of iowa tells us
i grew up on a farm in northeast iowa
used to right up front on the tractor with my dad
and the fields used to be full of birds
now corn is grown from fence to fence
and there are no more birds
meadowlarks, gone
bobolinks, gone
this disappearance invisible to the students who live here
for 3 or 4 years at a time

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climate refugees vanessa says
similar to what you see with war,
hundreds of thousands of people forced
to relocate

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and counting
today’s afternoon tick toll update
(from a morning-into-afternoon installation
at the macbride raptor center outside iowa city)
: three
one on mid-low back
one on forearm
one on ankle-calf
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corinne’s sun-pinked neck and shoulders
under 3pm still bright sky

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tyler and i pause at ped-mall directory
deciphering restaurant names
weighing options
while the wind whips down the streets
and through us

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sunburn is a form of dehydration (of the skin)
i tell corinne
who breaks a leaf of aloe from the plant
and rubs it into her shoulders
her neck
her chest

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the space of gazes

pan of mica’s blueberry peach cobbler
on the butcher block next to a
gallon jar of raw/organic milk
and a pitcher of coffee

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2 1/4 hour travel east and north
animal count:
two wild pheasants
two dead cats
one dead deer
several smashed possums/raccoons

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release party, i call it
a listening to tyler’s 36 minute demo
which includes a shirelle’s cover
and a dylan cover
heading north on i-27
he calls them a rough cut

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what does that look like tyler asks
to look far into the future with someone?
while we cut through the brown field stubble

on either side of the highway
grass greening around it

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i’ve done this before i say to corinne
about previous seamless farm-to-city transitions
but i wasn’t ready for this
(this being the milling around of spectators
the hello-how-are-yous, nice-to-meet-yous)
at a university art event
(gallery show/dance performances)

(from farm to highway to standing
with a square paper plate in my hand
(soda crackers, cheese slices, olives, strawberries, pineapple, one floret of broccoli with dip)
navigating the space of gazes

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we joke in the cab of a sputtering truck
while entering the bromosphere
i’m not sure i could identify one i say
perhaps you can teach me the ways of broification
wait – i say, upon witnessing a dude (long shorts, flip flops, tshirt) in the crosswalk
carrying a case of bush (metallic blue silver glinting in sun)
is that a sign of something bro-ish going down?

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corinne at the vandercook press
lavender ink rolling
under flourescent
she talks about how good haper and her are
to each other in this grad school thing

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under thunder-gray

in the dream
you (wearing a purpled plaid button down
and your hair is salt/pepper) are working with youth
unloading boxes of produce
(organic, field fresh)
at a small receiving dock and i
(in this uncannily coincidental way
am down the alley
entering the store-room at my job (cafe/farm)
you see me see you and i jump into
the dusty store room (shelves of dry goods)
for quick invisibility
but then pop out again knowing i can’t really
disappear myself
and greet you with a hand-up wave, a hey
soft – something that sounds like arriving

at forgiveness

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in the dream, honna threw me
a birthday party and
tapped into her friend group
to fill the space out
so there i was showered in love/adorations
by people whose names i felt like i should have known
because they were approaching me as if
we’ve known each other all this time

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first tulip burst/bloom found
outside the privy/in the herb garden
pinkred and almost open

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mica looking out long window
oh she says the may apples are up

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under thunder-gray
wet green of sloping hills and woods-edge
(buds unfolding on branch tips)
almost glowing

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i’ll bring my earplugs and gloves i say
into the voicemail
in reference to the post driver and posts that await
in iowa city

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part gray, part red/pink/orange
small bird flying peachtreewards
against dim sky

_______

tyler and i look at fairfield on the map
planning a half-hour detour towards
organic raw milk soft serve mango ice cream

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we work with persimmon
what darien says is the hardest wood in
north america
various tools used:
vice
hatchet
sharpening stone
table saw
hand saw
gnarliest rasp
plane
level

when it comes to the handsawing
we take turns tagging in and out

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frankie!!!! look at my fan!!!!
emory’s dinner greeting to show me

hand built
with manual (hand crank) or electronic options
plastic (rubber? metal?) snapped together
i lean in to feel the breeze

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mica’s rainy day dinner menu:
grilled cheese sandwiches
tomato soup
peach/blueberry cobbler
snow peas

while eating we discuss
horror movies, drive-ins, and the finer
points of digital/analog recording

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the thwap of gibbus the cat against the window
as he night-hunts a small bird
and prowls away with it in his jowls

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slicing night

emory and i on root cellar mound
8something am
harvesting wild garlic for our omelets
he points on the asparagus spears he’s in charge of harvesting
which look like plants in an elfin forest

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big wooden bowl
steam rising from
stack of joe-made pancakes
(oat, which doesn’t really tast like oat pancakes
more like bisquick)
and a jar of maple on the table
plastic white ladle buoyant on the shiny dark surface

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under coldgray sky:
reshaping mulch nests
around baby kales and cabbages
down south garden beds 8, 9 and 10

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these are really to make the pet-owners feel better (about their dying animal)
doctor wiggins’ (the vet) right-hand-man (his wife/assistant) says
funneling pink/red pills (antibiotics) and white tablets (steroids)
into little envelopes with granola’s name and dosage directions
on the front

what she said a little bit before that:
when the cat stops eating
it’s time to bring her in
(meaning ‘put her to sleep’)

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they didn’t even put any peanut butter cups in this
i say about 500 times
about the peanut-peanut butter snowball
(non-trademarked word for blizzard)

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the price we pay for a truck and trailer full of city woodchips:
a scrap of wood-shred in tyler’s eye
waiting as light light rain dribbles down

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stupid songs we sing/laugh at
on the ride back
(three deep in the cab):
mr. Jones and me look into the future
stare at the beautiful women
she’s looking at you.
i don’t think so. she’s looking at me.and something about
i just want you to know who i am

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pile of plastic red netted onions
on kitchen counter
rescued from an edina dumpster

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words we plot against each other on the Ngram
while polishing off ashley’s stirfry with seitan and eggplant:
global warming and climate change
twerk and twerking

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it’s only something that happens in your presence
i say to rachel
after guessing the time as 10:57
and checking a time-piece (10:56)

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11something pm
sound of a wind turbine
hoisted high
slicing night air

 

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