Monthly Archives: February 2015

in this place of history-holding

how the bobolink
tiny puffed-up bird
branch-flitters
shivering
lead/guide
from leafless bush to leafless bush
as we snowshoe rhythm our way
down the slide trail
last time we were here
you used the words rising into
in the sun at rio grande edge
this time the half-froze rapids
still roll while after your
body-fever broke
coveralls unzipped
toes froze
_______
rattle of grape tic tacs
nestled in cool-ant
door handle
_______

pretty bird, pretty biiii-iiird
why are you so sad liana
sing-hums on river rock perch
_______

tomato soup prepared on
hot plate and
grilled cheese plus
potato chips
we dine before the
game-playing guests arrive
_______

while soup heats vinnie
whisks it in the nature of the adverb
which happens to be sluttily
which means we
table-perched in this
place of history-holding
are laughing and laughing
_______

one day i say to myself
i will cook here taking in
the texture of the
mabel dodge luhan house kitchen
swept up in the swirl 90 year old
late night hangout conversations
aliveness
exchange

mabel-dodge-luhan-house

_______

homecoming to
brooke twerkticing
to the bring it back
pandora station
cranked

 

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for bringing the water

down the spiral staircase
finally moving by pretty lights
spilling over into kitchen
_______

amongst popsicles for
throat soreness
plus bacon for breakfast sandwhiches
brooke’s mom brings peeps
a surefire immune boost
sickness-fighting treatment
_______

too many people with too many names
on too many pieces of land and water
liana says while she and brooke explain
the san cristobal land grant
_______

the most we’ve had in twenty years
said about this record amount of
norrteño new mexican snow
thank you she says
for bringing the water
with light in her hazeled eyes

_______

rustle of hot pink tissue paper
of over-bed hanging (leftover new years) piñata
as pillows and blankets
are lifted/fluffed/rearranged
_______

brooke, liana and i
each with carrots in our hands
approaching horse behind fence
on hammer road
_______

smell of wood in
brooke’s dad’s workshop
(workplace of a doormaker)
where brooke checks the
top-bar beehive pieces
drying – there’s a name for
when they split/crack in the process
_______

like one of those japanese
street fashion girls
(wearing everything)
jessie rae and brooke agree about
my bird outline stretchy dress
on loan paired with 3quarter sleeve
ringer tee (cobra print) and
colored dot tights
fishnets on top
_______

trying to be an adult i tell vince
after asking liana how to
sip that margarita
_______

we spin in snow under
gold cone of light in parking lot
edward-scissorhands style
thick flakes slow-mo-ing
down our hands outstretched
it never snows like this here
_______

how we stupid sing along
to taylor swift’s
blank space
while turning off

highway 68 to
state road 240 to
hammer lane

_______

descending stairs into
osha root steam rising
up to greet
medicinal scent
grounded healing

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serenading us through

it’ll cut right through you,
the wind
_______

gregg and  i
(he in the tomato-print chef pants and hat)
concur on the merits of
dansko shoes for kitchenwear
and the necessity of things
like weiner jokes in a place
like a cafe/restaurant kitchen
_______

karma police playing in
cafe i say i’ll always be
perplexed by you forever
into infinity
_______

overheard:
he saw me doing some burpees
the other day and i
made a good impression
_______

the queen herself
man at the coffee spot
answers his phone
_______

this weightlessness i say
of the hot srping water
my limbs afloat hovering
over hers
_______

my age and size the woman says
when i say i’d love to let you
borrow it speaking of the
sequin sparkly sweater
she just complemented me on

_______

tracy chapman’s fast car
and bette midler’s wind beneath my wings
serenading us through
norteño snow squall in
our windshield-wiperless
state of vehicularness
while jana, liana and i
pink cheeked from steam and wawter
sing along
_______

that’s because i have a perfectly-shaped
solar plexus she says when i point
to the mug of hot tea balanced
on her supine bed-reclined body

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change and the river metaphor

it will tear you apart michael says
recounting change and the river metaphor
(cling to the banks and it will shred you,
tumble with the current and you will find your way)
_______

that all our lives he says
as he and nick and i sip
the wellness tea
exist just so that we may
get to know creator (or, fill in your word
of choice here) better

_______

sand-clumped boots
i snip sage along the old morada’s
stages of the cross and
offer water to
sacred mountain
whose dark peak pierces
low-lying cloud

_______

you have a fern on your computer
woman observes/exclaims at the library
it helps to balance it all out i say
(thinking, now this – this is the taos i know)
i don’t know how you do it she says
even a half hour wears me out
_______

you are seeping in i say
while snow sifts down
as seen through the brooke-nook
balcony window
to places i haven’t carried you/
felt you before
_______
you know about my nightmares
i say/ask describing the variations:
driving and i can’t reach the gas/break
driving and, hard as i can, can’t open my eyes
or the dashboard is so high i can’t see
the road before me
driving as best i can while sitting in the back seat
or passenger seat
driving and i can’t reach the wheel or move my hands
driving but i can’t see around/about me
etc.

_______
cocooning i say
about the softness i seek
after all the showing up
______

welcome to my brain i say/sing
when i say something about
how the work is not
about getting someone to hold the space for me
but just trusting that they are / that they are there
_______

the smallest offering
to fever-hot tears
that appear in response to the collection of metaphors
that edward scissorhands is

_______
i feel so apologetic i tell brooke
for bringing the plague into your house
while we three sip the sick potion
(juiced ginger, lemon, cayenne)
in her kitchen

 

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and the untwisting

wouldn’t mine the hanging
it’s the lying in the grave so long
oh boy i been
all around this world
i sing voice reverberating through
shower steam
_______

noticing a theme here she says
of james’s mountain mix
appalachia
_______

trees wearing sweaters
makes me uncomfortable
corinne reports from
iowa city

_______

this is one of my favorites i say
facing liana in stretchy bird profile print dress
backwards in kitchen chair

_______
wrapping myself in the
borrowed jacket (offwhite with grayblue)
infused with yesterday’s healing
po-sum-on – like mentholy scent
_______

occasionally i remember
to look up
from small bits of snow-swirl
to take in the clumps
of juniper climbing up foothill-side
blackgreen against whitegray sky
_______
break you down vince says
about grad school so you can
build yourself up again
_______
i appreciate your hanky vince says
i know a lot of women who think
it’s disgusting
_______

palm to forehead she says
she’s so cold i say she’s
burning up
_______

haze halo surrounding moon
and porch light and
street lamp and
any other glowing thing out there
in this snow-coated night
_______

10something pm the sound
twirling down the spiral staircase:
ricola bag rustle and the
untwisting of a wrapped lozenge

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panic and poundcake

blubbering poundcake she
calls herself coverall-wrapped and
fever rising hands resting on
the back of the chair
woolsocked feet on kitchen concrete
_______

i offer
heart medicine in the form of
drips from the brownbottle dropper
of cimayo grandmother springwater

_______

how she warmsmile openheart
greets the man
shoveling snow at school
despite the panic and
poundcake status
_______

harvesting kale, chard, collards
in geodesic greenhouse
smell and hush of soil a
familiar home
_______
clandestinely crunching
on a chocolate chipped granola bar
in the public library’s
artbooks back room
in between secret swiggings
of contraband water

_______

golden moments of polyamory
i describe the
deep magic feeling and sortof disbelief
of when it all works out
_______
50 shades of disapoointment we
lean in and laugh at
perhaps inappropriate moments
she bundled in coveralls me
crosslegged in the
sisterhood of floral traveling pants
_______
regular steel and tool steel
she says are different. tool steel
has more iron – it’s stronger

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unzippering

tossing cheez-its into
the drivers side while
swilling sips of
rootbeer
we back and forth laugh
while the wind tosses us
along the freeway
_______
tumbleweed trapped

in the dividers along
highway 84
while we drive into the storm
that appears later
as a line of white cloud
to the north
_______

small bottle
of rose petal elixer
tucked into backpack front pocket
because macon said
it’s good for hearts
_______

li lah she calls
the sacred spirit of
play

_______

spine draped along
cork block unzippering
chest allowing access
to an open heart
_______

it’s part armor i tell liz
the yoga teacher behind the desk
and part shine
regarding the sequin-splattered
sweater
_______

i don’t know if this
is appropriate or not
pointing with a fork tines at liana
in the warm light
of the pizza place glow
but this
is my favorite

body of water
_______

reading from the
card-sign relationship book
she twinkles in response
to everything about the 2 of clubs
that resonates
including but not limited to:fear of death and
fear of alone-ness

_______

from the water world:

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Palestinians cross a flooded street in the Bedouin village of al-Moghraka, central Gaza Strip.  – voice of america, day in photos

 

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