giving name to

double disc!!! i call out
while stacking two discs on
top of each other and tossing simultaneously
to emory and zane in the morning-wet field

killdeer mica says
giving name to
yesterday’s inland seabird
who-are-you moment

yesterday’s looks like a fire-smoke sky commentary
affirmed by today’s baigz-report of
saskatchewan wildfires raging
and their haze drifting south

wheels as tall as three of us
standing on each others’ shoulders
have you seen the machines

i ask baigz who mentioned tar sands
looks like another planet he replies
talking of the tailing ponds
neighbor angela unveiling
a loaf of warm sesame-seeded squishy bread
as she unwraps it from a white-with-blue-stripe towel
first cabbage of the season
i say as i name the
coleslaw component of dinner
set out on the butcher block

pitcher of trish-made
lemon balm, holy basil, peppermint
“iced” tea from which i pour
my dinner beverage

mica looking out across
wheat field assessing its
based on a closeup look at
the grains and also the way
the wheat heads are nodding
(unidentifiable) bird of prey
i point out perched atop
electric wire pole
screech-caw drawing my attention
from the water world:
People watch as water gushes from the Xiaolangdi Reservoir section on the Yellow River, during a sand-washing operation in Jiyuan, Henan province
. voice of america, day in photos

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Students walk on a makeshift bridge as they enter their dormitory building which is partially submerged by floodwater, at a university campus after heavy rainfall hit Nanjing, Jiangsu province, China. – REUTERS/Stringer


i sing/sample

black currants plunking into bucket
tookie launches into improv
take me to church and i join
and we sing the morning sun
further up into sky

farm step baigz delcares
about our morning free-for-all freestyle
wherein we make beats and improv scat
and self-sample hog calling and
recurring emory phrases:
(mama mama
have you seen papa
cute kittens cute cute kittens
want some cookie?)
and other sandhillian terms
(cirrrrrcle up!
in between cackles
i sing/sample

sandhill stomp i joke
as tookie and i
bang out some rhythms
on bucket bottoms
arranged on bucket rack

late afternoon sky haze
orange-golding the sun glow
as i work my way up/down
the collard and broccoli beds

who are YOU i wonder
aloud to the
(ocean) beach-looking bird
high-pitching and skitting
across highway on long legs

clink of ice cubes in
metal thermos as i sling
my backpack over my shoulder

how we howl and applaud with our
birthday caked fingers from
poolside plastic lounge chair perch
each time joseph surfaces
after some fancy
pike/backflip/twist-spin dive
execution off the board

the gorgeous oddness of sun orb
all orangesicle colored long
before sunset and then
moon too pink/orange and rising over
us as we pedal our county highway
route home
racing diminishing light
we haul ourselves up hills
downshifiting when necessary
i envision knuckle tattoos
for this moment that read:
ride hard
clouds of small bugs
and the clicks they make colliding
with our helmets
as we pass through them

did you get some she asks
in response to my report of feeling
revitalized i got the version of some
that goes like this i say a 15 mile
bike ride out and a 15 mile bike ride back
with a pool party sandwiched in the middle

a unique hazard of our region
she says discussing the combo of
hail and hiking with kiddos
in the ski valleythe goal in monsoon season
is to be coming down

or close to a treeline
if it’s after noon

from the water world:
A man walks with his cycle through a water-logged street as it rains in Jammu, India.  – voice of america, day in photos

where the flood didn’t go

emory and i passing markers and
shimmery sparkle tape
back and forth as we
to the sound of
rainfall morning
yoga mats laid out side by side

em chataranga-ing and
downard dogging and
then i walk him through
bird of paradise
until he gets it but loses interest
when we get to crow/side crow

map or maybe atlas mica says
about the kind of turtle we
encounter on the back road
with bright yellow striped
(even its eyes are striped
she points out while we lean/look closely in)

made me teary i say
of these photos
Screen shot 2015-06-29 at 12.02.18 AM
Alejo Jumat, left, and his husband, Christian Crowley, after the court’s ruling was announced. The couple live in Washington and had biked to the Supreme Court.Doug Mills/The New York Times

Screen shot 2015-06-28 at 11.43.45 PMAfter 54 years together, George Harris, 82, left, and Jack Evans, 85, were married in Dallas on Friday.Larry W. Smith/European Pressphoto Agency

(which is a shift/turn
because mostly i haven’t paid the whole affair
much attention since:
1. it seemed anytime ‘same-sex’ marrige
was passed somewhere it was just as quickly repealed
so there was this pattern early on of
excitement followed by disappointment which
taught me to just not be excited any more
2. it will never
release all those without documentation
held in detention centers
it will never bring back
michael brown, eric garner, oscar grant (etc.)
it will never end the
violence of militaries and corporate greed and
all the wars/death that comes with it)
liana reports two deaths
one in the mountain waters
and one in el rio
which reminds me of the tale
of the hungry hungry river
once upon a summer
complete with suspension footbridge
and dog antics

i’m waiting i joke
until it’s legal to marry that
(animal print mashup) unitard

fox i see/point
scrambling into the corn cover
while we head out of town
something sorta thelma & louise
about trish and i on the backroads
in the truck navigating
where the flood didn’t go

travis lake drive or
something like that the sign
says leading to the property
whose fence posts are adorned
with all varieties of stuff:
pots/pans, satchels and purses,
winged figurines, an upside down mop bucket
flanked by vacuum cleaner
strapped to fence post
several examples of the kinds of kid-magic
fostered at dayna and gavin’s:
1. lofts built into every room
with a catwalk/bridge sometimes
connecting them
2. gavin closing the curtains and
queing up the music while
someone operates the spotlight
(flashlight) from loft railing above
by training it on the solo dancers
who take turns
in teh middle of the room
3. trampoline in the backyard
without any rules so we all pile in
first cicada of the season
heard from edina porch
while western clouds


like meeting a mountain

meeting those elders/women
was like meeting a mountain
cynthia says
humble and fierce

we don’t even know
what whole is
she mentions that crow story:
how crow flew too close
to the sun and was
charcoal-blackened and
that is when crow let out
that first caw
still too wet to weed
but i pull some grass up
from the zinnia beds anyway
and separate mud
from root
cheers, whoops and howls
drifting over to the ultimate field
from  a pondwardly direction

cynthia asks if i was
ever a gymnast or athlete of other sorts
based on my walking down-field
kartwheels and waiting for
the disc to be hucked handstands

pile of freshly inflated innertubes
piled/stacked/pyramided on the dock
plenty of floatage to be had by all
underwater swimming with
prayer hands atop my head
imitating shark followed by
trish and mica imitating scream

alyssa loading a cart already piled with
just-harvested garlic
green-yellow tops and
white rooty earthy bulb bottoms

chimney swifts
dive-bomb circling
not quite sunset while i
walk the cistern to inspect
opened sunflowers
(maroons, golds and lemon yellows)
orange thread zig-zagging
out of machine onto
leopard print


between two floods

morning reward for
last night’s ‘work’:
black rasbperry/black currant jam
spread generously on
buttered toast

the strategic placement of
plastic buckets on wet
front porch wood to
catch rain where the
plastic corrugated roof leaks

all pacific northwestern up in here
i say to baigz referring
to the rain which is the kind
that comes down all day slow
and steady under a heavy
gray sky

outside i command/ask/redirect
emory as he sounds (amazingly well)
the corroded trumpet

trapped between two
flooded spots tyler reports
from the road
on the way to kirksville
while mica looks up best routes on
the missouri dept of transporation site

monster cookie cake baked in
cast iron adorned with mini home-made
bees wax candles for bobbie
running on the back road
where the view breaks open to
sometimes a strip of shine
but this time
a whole stretch of shine
flooded flood plains
fields of corn appearing as glistening lake or
wide slow river

cow hooves thundering
as i run alongside the other side
of their fence only it isn’t
the usual rumbling as they
ramble through the  marshyness
more of a splatting



photos on his phone trish says
of the train engineer at zim’s
who shared photos of washed-out tracks
from all the other stopped/stranded engineers
after last night’s onslaught of rain
which followed the night before’s storm onslaught
(later, there’s word of roads closed too)
squish underfoot
in the yards
in the fields
in the gardens
standing water in the tomatoes
standing water next to the flowers

ashby’s loyal trot
behind me along underpass road
quickening whenever i turn my head to glimpse him
while we walk over drying gravel
through patches of shade then sun
tossing bright green leaves
into the creek’s high waters
and watching
the current carry them off
until they’re no longer visible
after curving around the bend
(something fabulous about) the angles
and repetition of lines/shapes
from the staking/nailing and winding
of cucumber trellises in the greenhouse

small but vibrant zinnia bouquet
(deep red, orange, yellow, cream, white, hot pink, lighter pink)
accompanied by a smaller handful
of bachelor buttons
in indigo and lavender
it isn’t until dinner that i
notice/realize the all day lack
of train whistles in the distance
rip/crack/thud of
huge oak limbs
on slater’s hill
that had been busted but hanging on
finally letting go
i catch a glimpse my loft window

joe covering his lip-bit mouth
saying don’t make me laugh
which sometimes makes us laugh harder

jam jam-a-thon
after dinner we begin
by mashing berries
(black raspberry, black currant, mulberry)
and then applying berry juice face paint
and laughing at/sometimes singing along to
the classic rock radio hits
the dance of baigz and i
every-othering our
removal of jam jars from
the boil bath with
implements that seem destined to fail
(and therefore create catastrophe)
we add an extra step to the rhythm by
eating a handful of kettle corn after
the placing of each sealed jar on countertop
from the water world:
An Indian man carries a boy to a safer place after their neighborhood was flooded, in Srinagar, Indian controlled Kashmir. – voice of america, day in photos


of the dazzling

sounds of morning storm
(rumbles and downpours)
making morning a cozy green
place to wake/stretch into

team sandhill gathered around kit
at the sewing machine
(kit once known as kitastrophe now
known more as keeping it together)
to learn how to line up the
elastic with the spandura,
where to end and begin the zig zag stitch,
how to avoid zombie mouth and
the joys of cutting mats
unusual swirl/rush of
silted high waters passing underneath
the two bridges en route to
dancing rabbit
which i cross
somewhat muddy
file under favorite sounds:
hum of my two tires
on black top below me
(wind at my back
sky dome-ing over
fields spreading out on either side
patches of standing water in them
appearing as mirrors)

upon a cancelled counseling appointment
i share my freebie/bonus time perspective
which goes like this: i feel like i’ve just won
some freebie/extra/bonus time
(generally, to be redeemed for working
on projects) due to last-minute cancellations
perhaps, some kind of unnamed phenomenon
or perhaps one sign of introvert-ish tendencies
i take myself to the unpopulated pond
where i jump into rain-cooled waters
and nakedsunbathe pondside with book
and fabric-craft under osage orange shade
joining up with june on the path who
tells me that she’s kept track and
that the amount of rain
over the past week
totals nine inches

if you really knew me i say
you’d know a few years ago
i went to the doc who told me
i have a tremor in my neck
(i use the words betray and vulnerable)

 a 49 second tutorial
on how to play the washboard
before we
(casually known as sandhill band)
sing/play our raucous hearts out
(corn bread and butter beans
thats the way that it goes/
everybody’s buying little baby clothes
home is wherever i am with you)
whil sky dusks and sunset spills across it

semilla i say a name
for us if lynne decides
she doesn’t want it
she gifts me
with virtual coupons
to reedeem anytime
i need to be reminded
i am simply human
(perhaps permission slip
might be more appropriate)

goodnight i say fantastic
piranha of the dazzling
oceans of life
today a day
bookended by
and monsoon-ish moments