spiked/spiced

birthday cake leftovers for breakfast
birthday cake leftovers for lunch
_______
pirates have such good style
i say to jonathan
from the patch of sun in which i sit
in response to his photo
of alexander in stripes on stripes
accessorized by an eye patch
_______
the care with which irina
places warm towels under my neck
lays them across my collarbones
swaddles my perma-cold feet
draws an image of
an age-old story
of washing the feet of
the downtrodden
_______
on our walk to the plaza
(which i always incorrectly call the square)
to catch ghostly gobliny glimpses
i explain to mara how sometimes
the pressure from the massage was so deep and sharp
that the route the pain traveled
rendered visible (behind closed eyelids) the network-of-nerves shape
x-ray-less x-ray
_______
Pan the waitor in
tight bike shorts and tail
i say something about
how refreshing it is to see a
a (presumed) cis-male
clad scantily and working it
on halloween
_______
over mugs of spiked/spiced cider
in casita #4
we carry on the neverending joke
about the mystery whistler
and add a few new ones
including (but not limited to)
the twurlitzer and the
the screamy tooters

this is what 39 looks like

 

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a million various singings/versions
of the birthday song
some of which i sing along to myself
(happy birthday to me)
_______

the neverending
screamy loud tooters joke
which becomes the trail name
that the group of us adopt

_______

sistermoon rising up over the ridge
to hang with us
on our way down the trail

_______

misosuri leaves, marigolds and zinnias
bursting from a mail-fetched box
_______

birthday cake [mara’s chocolate caramel cheesecake] candle glow
illuminating brilliant spirits and their brilliant faces
gathered around the birthday feast table

bookends

the day somehow
begins and ends
with nirvana’s all apologies
playing on the local radio station

and is marked in the middle by
 the appearance of leaf heaps
mini mountains
near the office

medium-to-large short-haired white dog on dolan street
waggly tail and sweet eyes
greets me for a morning exchange
on my run towards and away from
taos mountain

_______

some soft kindness in the
eyes of the leaf-blower wielding man
who pauses and motions good morning
as i run and motion back

_______

tom and i compare
passport-format photos
laughing and wishing ourselves/each other luck

eat your words

sun on the soles of my bare feet
as patches of refracted light
(in rainbow form)
rotate across casita walls
something akin to being inside a snowglobe
_______
crisp crunch of sun-gleaming leaves
encountering tree trunks
adobe walls
other leaves
on their swirl from sky down
(a swell of gratitude
to mama nature
for tossing this gilded confetti
in celebration of her scorpio creatures)
_______
there’s much to learn from those who’ve studied
the great silent places
the person on the radio says while
discussing the sounds of denali alaska
_______
that’s still one of the best weekends of my life
shiz and i laugh recounting the
gluten tag morning
(me clutching gigantic pastry
in the fancyland kitchen
after an all-out  
spin-the-bottle
under-the-stars
queers in the woods
with paper and pens
night)
_______
you eat your words someone at the table says
about tom (but more about his australian accent)
while someone else says natacha spits her words out
(french accent)
though it’s not quite like spitting – more of an attentive removal, vowel by vowel

gently suspended

i ask regina
if she’s ever released a paper lantern
while we stand amongst
the shadows and colors and
flame-burst sounds

(when one spends the morning
watching brightly colored
gently suspended giants
ascend into clear fall-crisp
desert mountain sky
how can the rest of the day
that unfolds before them
not be made of magic and light)
_______
the smile i flash
must be a dazzler
because of the dazzle the mandolin player shoots back
of band in the plaza at the final farmer’s market of the season
playing that one song i know so well because
of how many times i heard trish, darien and jon
going through it (on banjo, accordion and guitar) it
in the next room over
or on the porch
or on the mini la casa stage
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sage-laced

sweating with duncan
and his kickass yoga
8something a.m.
this one’s for you, mica
_______
somehow i encounter
the sangre de cristo mountains
and mentions of acequias
in one of the water books
i read two years ago
while perched and writing atop
the ogalalla aquifer
having not yet met either
(the sangres or acequias)
there is something (magic)
about re-encountering them in print
having now taken them into my blood
(the sangres as seen from the land of the teapot and mitten
as the sun lifts itself up over them
and crawls across the red/pink sage-dotted sandscape
the acequias as seen atop the schwinn
or from the front seat of debbie and liz’s car
while they explain their significance)
there is a difference
between reading the name of a range of mountains
one has never encountered
and coming across the name of a range of mountains
one has rendezvoused with at sunrise
and knowing their energy
their shape
and they way they help tell you which direction is whic
_______
pedaling up burch
sun lowering so that its light is caught
in gold-leaf (street-lining canopy)
how that intense yellow
changes the color/quality of light as it lands
on the two people walking
on the other side of the road
illuminated
_______
thank you for being at my side
i speak into sage-laced air
towards peaks rising
from the folds of taos mountain
while her sky-shawl shifts colors
along a powdery purple/blue spectrum
_______
i’m taking a birding-by-ear class
t-birds voice comes in
via satellite

shadow shift

several oldies
from a particularly good
thursday morning set:
blue on blue
sheri
joe joe (get back)
wake up little susie
sugar oh honey honey
_______
michael, stepping through doorway
holds out/hands me
a brown handled bag
holding a brown takeout box
holding two chocolate croissants
_______
light and shadow shift on kitchen wall
looks like a hand plucking leaves
but when i turn to see
no human is there
_______
following an eclipse update from florida
(solar, 2-3pm mountain time)
i thank sledge
for the double visitation
_______
this particular desert/fall eclipse light
on yellow leaves and the
bark of trunks
and all of that against a sky
whose particular blueness
(same particular blueness jonathan noted
after a day of raking up
what hte wind had pulled down
[future soil])
_______
there’s a point sheryl says
where you have to move forward
rather than trying to accommodate everyone
soup in mid-production in the pot
_______
something about the thick of the dark
(stars surfacing)
walking the 1/8th block down
los panditos
a slow shuffle on the gravel
relishing the velvet of hindered vision
_______
you nurture your creative work
you nurture the land
and activism is a form of caretaking
regina says
connecting the dots from
all those stuffed animals i took care of
to now
_______
wherein i say fred savage
while meaning dan savage
and continue to get mileage
out of this throughout the
new moon night
_______

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A golfer hits a tee shot as African migrants sit on a border fence in an attempt to cross into Spanish territories between Morocco and Melilla – bbc, day in photos

hitching swiftly

plump gray clouds
in patches
passing over sun
and hitching swiftly east
_______
perched in plastic chair
in the alfalfa patch
a book about rivers open
in my lap
orangeyellow leaves land
on my shoulder
in my hair
graze my cheek and
glance my knee
on their dance down
_______
black ink bleeding
on left hand
naming intersections and
left/right turns
_______
by now, the coppery schwinn 7-speed
should have a name
the goal: to ride down every street on the map
(the map in which swirls of leaves
ridden through
or patches of sun
spilled down on
or the views of mountains
the schwinn and i rotate around
are not indicated)
_______
the sound of an acequia stream
(somewhere between a trickle and a rush)
off the rio fernando
gates lifted
water glinting
_______
messages passed via satellite
from one desert mountain town
to another and back again
a reunion in the either
_______
it’s not the first time
the word nomad
is used in reference to me
but perhaps the first time
the word lovely
has been placed in front of it

_______

from the water world:

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 A Christian pilgrim dips in the water at the baptismal site known as Qasr el-Yahud on the banks of the Jordan River, which also acts as a border line near Jordan near the West Bank city of Jericho. – voice of america, day in photos