Monthly Archives: July 2015

year of nourishment

one example of kabillion of my savor-er-ness:
the last three heaping sno-cap ice cream bites
i can’t finish so i pack them up in the thermos for later
_______

wherein i break out the industrial-sized mandolin
to shred cone-head cabbage for the hugest bowl of
coleslaw to be served at our black mesa fundraiser
_______

butterfly flapping
into my face as i run down
the pebble path towards karma

_______

baigz and i talking across butcher block while
he prepares carrot cabbage salad and i
chop onions, carrots, potatoes, cabbage
_______

chai spice and sweetness
filling kitchen air while
two skillets of veggie masala
stove-top simmer
_______
thinking about how 40 is
going to be about nourishement
(and making/exchange)
and being on track instead of
 wondering about how to do it

_______

effervescent stan says
about me
_______

emory talking to me from the back seat
where he sits in earmuffs so big they eat his face
his voice louding all over the car
_______

perched on back porch of garage-punk-show
as it bellows/howls out across the village
we pass around the tupperware of
yellow spongey earplugs
_______

emory and i laying side by side on our stomachs
on casa porch, elbow-resting
while ryan plays arizona drone folk
acoustic and circling out on itself
emory leans over to share how he keeps
drifting off to sleep but then being woken
every time a mosquito bites him
which is often
for all of us porch-gathered at this
time of day

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putting grief on posters

sneaking in a post-lunch chapter
(not that i even intended to sneak it in
but i just happened to open the book
sent by my be-fry called truth and beauty
by ann patchett about her fellow writer/dear friend lucy grealy

and grieving her fellow writer/dear friend)
perfectly lengthed for such appetizer-indulgings

later, i read an article by lucy’s sister
calling out ann for going public
with private lives
for putting the grief on posters
in bookshop windows
_______
the sortof surrealness of

amped guitar and drums
garage punk style
sound swirling out from studio
drifting over north garden
down gravel roads
up through black walnut branches
_______

edamame attempt three
i poke seeds into sandy north garden soil
in the parting of mulch
where failed flowers grew
_______

descending second last hill
freshly graded gravel under running shoes
thinking about a gesture to
all the folks (a tiny sum, it seems)
i have allowed to
deeply take care of me
or to witness me in my sick/scared/hurt [not being the self i want to be] moments
and the sacredness of that opening
and how the inbreath outbreath of running
fight the
throatlump of gratitude tears
_______

like siblings i comment about
charlie and tookie who
have known each other since kindergarten
and grew up several blocks apart
_______
dialed
she says naming how

it is when we dive into
and later: i mean it as a compliment
_______
i dressed up
i say for the movie

motioning to the pink sparkly footwear
i donned just for the walk to the couch
_______

tookie and charlie
laughing about
what kindof name
is johnny castle!?
_______
oh i … had the time of my life
and i’ve never felt this way before…
songburst in upstairs karma as

mica opens the door
to let cool moon-sparkled air in
_______
from the water world:
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An Indian boy dressed as Hindu god Shiva to attract alms from devotees chats with tourists as they sit on benches partially submerged in flood waters on the banks of the River Ganges in Allahabad. – voice of america, day in photos

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harvest is thin

before the day heats up
we chase the disc and each other
up/down the dew-wet field
it’s kindof excessive i respond
when kale appreciates my vocalizations
_______

placing spearmint on
dehydration racks under
not yet noon sun
sweat rising to skin surface
on calves
forearms
dripping down chin
eyebrows
(107 tyler says heat index)
_______
hi-five pop-up card featuring
heart and stars rainbowified
and two bears (one polar, one panda)
paw-slapping
_______

pack of fruit-striped gum
(sent in reference to a
seattle halloween costume)
passed around and around
at the meeting to keep up
with the quickly disintegrating flavor
you look like a gym teacher trish says
of the tank shirt mouth full of chew combo
_______
we talk tomatoes and
canning quotas knowing this year
the harvest is thin
_______

hoophouse flopping-over tomato busted trellis hedge: two points
frank the tank: one point
_______
pesto roasted potatoes scent
originating in oven-warmed kitchen
and radiating outwards
_______

everyone was in the streets
celebrating and crying
nina says of the berlin wall coming down
my mother didn’t know a germany without it
_______
come with us rachel responds
to my don’t go regarding
her and dan’s bike departure/doughnut run
set for tomorrow morning
(wherein jello wrestling
may or may not be involved)
_______

gorgeous wilderness i call her
sending shivery sweet dreams
and all varieties of light
i have ever known
_______

night breeze making a nearly
mosquito-less moonglow lightning flicker hammock sit possible
_______

from the water world:

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A helicopter from the Andalusian Firefighting Service (INFOCA) drops water over scrub land during a forest fire in Los Barrios, near Cadiz. Since July 19 wildfires have ravaged nearly 39,000 hectares of land in Spain, according to the provisional figures from the agriculture ministry. – voice of america, day in photos

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A boy plays near a fountain depicting a water tap in the Siberian city of Krasnoyarsk, Russia. – voice of america, day in photos

 

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sing the storm on

rachel and dan on their
farm bike from winona tour
bent over in lookfar with us
tugging at tomato and pumpkin weeds
we joke about evangelical christian
jello wrestling and other
sexy-so-you-can-feel-guilty teenage arrangements
_______

like a long dark wave
rolling across the length of sky i
describe standing under storm
in look-far watching it come in
from the west
how the air forms a cool edge
just before the winds pick up
then the downpour
_______

under cover of plastic where
rain slams and runs down
hoophouse curve i perch
and howl/sing the storm on
_______

baby bunny body
rigor mortisy
in trish’s cupped palm
on front porch
_______

applause and cheering sounds of
rounds of the game affirmation
unfolding on front porch while
lulu, baigz and i
strategize with our
fundraising prowess
_______
the story of a
passive aggressive prayer bell

_______

forerunners i say in the
bag of nouns world
while we make up and execute a
fifth round of
making sound under a sheet
_______

sharpies uncapped we
knuckle-tatt the fists
to our left and right
revealing the following:
riot life
wyld lyon
dark trip
butt dusk
tent bone
glam neon
_______

how we just had
to talk about / storytell
the prairie burn again
_______
moon haze hnaging in sky
glow diffused over hill
down gravel
across limbs of trees and me

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not yet yellowing

wherein i wake to rain
(sound blended by window fan on low)
and one itchy bug bite
on each ankle
_______
the clicking of poles as we assemble
rachel’s giveaway tent
on a rainy morning
in karma living room

_______

silvery discovery out the window
spotted by emory
zooming up into the air and
back down again
turns out to be my headlamp
(handy for viewing mildew)
reflected
_______
house and club-house emory distinguishes
the indoor tent from the blanket fort
(the latter inside which we
chomp just-popped kettle corn
while playing the game-that-never-ends
of spiderman uno)
_______

how the huge butterfly i stopped to watch in
the zinnias the other day: giant swallowtail
now has a name found on the pages of the bug identification book

_______
broken up with her four times
but she doesn’t know it
joseph laughs as i decant
the next batch of berry-colored
(red/purple) kombucha
_______
greenhouse dirt floor under bare feet
in my hand the first and perhaps only
lemon cuc plucked from vine
rounded out and not yet yellowing
_______

already disadvantaged by swamp conditions
i growl/curse each time a tomato branch snaps
as i gently wrestle/rearrange the strayers
to be held up by baling twine t-post trellising

buildings and bridges
are made to bend in the wind
to withstand the world that’s what it takes
all that steel and stone
is no match for the air my friend
whatever bends breaks
whatever bends breaks
i hum/sing
_______

german though i cannot discern the german-ness
of nena’s sunflower/onion bread but has
something to do with the heartiness and texture
_______
kombeercha i suggest
the name of the booch/beer cocktail
baigz and joesph sip from
_______
san francisco mission early evening light
bright in joolie’s eyes and on her white/gold wall
sliced up only the way
communication-by-satellite can slice
_______

end-of-day skin scent mix of
tomato plant residue
and sun/heat/humidity-induced saltsweat
_______

not throwing rainbows but still
the things the moonlight does
through the facets of the loft window-dangling prism

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sound from the east

in thailand nina says
about a funeral she was invited to
for a 27-year-old
who died on his motorcycle
that she didn’t even know
they celebrate life
their happinesses, their achievements
they are sad, yes, but it is a celebration
of life
_______
some countries (switzerland)

have never been at war
i say
the u.s. always is
_______

bunny in the box em singing
while he and i share backseat belt
and i tell him about the birdie seatbelt formation
of our toyota corolla days
which seques into
tryin to catch me ridin’ birdie
_______

peppersteak i remember
the dish my mom used to make
and sister used to love
that ty’s stir fry seasoning/flavor
tastes exactly like
_______

mason jar of gloriously fuschia
and gloriously cold cold
frozen-blended watermelon
offered post-frisbee
we pass around to share gulp-sips
_______

we surface dive down
to swim through cool spots
watch this i say of my new combo stroke:
one right sidestroke
one back stroke
one left side stroke
one breast stroke
repeat
_______

nina reading from her notes during her
informal (but organized) german music presentation
from the 80s til now
how the sound from the east was a

punk band singing about squats
and the sound from the west was
candy pop
playlist includes
helene fischer
paul kalkbrenner (minimalist)
_______
people don’t know
how good they are
max decontextualizes the details

which is a favorite way to read myself
people so often don’t know
but you go out of your way
to help them see their ‘how goodness’

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but the zinnias

hey! must be the money! song
comes up over lunch
and we chorus in
joking about aluminum can pyramids on
front porch and letting the dishes pile
up in the racks and then buying
twelve more racks just so
we never have to put the dishes away
and then there’s also the riverboat casino vision
which would be more like a single slot machine
on a canoe (casinoe – trish didn’t think this was funny)
and emory fishing off the end and tookie
playing somber piano music and the two
vacationers on the casinoe exchanging glances
to each other that say

this is NOT what we expected!
_______
meager haul of seed cucumbers
(zingy yellow gold skinned)
filling perhaps half of a 5 gallon bucket
_______

nina and i discovering/comparing chin scars
the two questions i ask she says
bicycle? alcohol?
7 stitches for hers this year
6 stitches each for me both times (1985 and 2000)
_______
befuddled/astounded and wishing i had a name for it:
how my view/understanding/context of this land/geography/area
has remained steady and similar (and having to do with
a simple, somewhat isolated, hands-in-earth, dirt-on-clothes,
smell-of-earthen-plaster/strawbale
but then, seeing the view through a just built loomy house
window featuring pond and firepit and tree line
(akin to a martha or better homes photo)
shifts the entire perspective/feel of placeness
_______
use my hand i say
and offer my reach

for emory to haul himself up onto the
high-tech floaty upon which trish and i lounge
on the neese’s duck-weed-free pond water
_______

emory’s face when being offered
more dinner rolls
his body/gut already stuffed with three
and wanting to simultaneously fish/fall asleep
but still wanting to eat more
______
tiny pewter spoons in
tiny glass salt dishes
returned to their home in the hutch
before angela serves monstrous (delicious) portions
of fresh fruit and tres leches cake
_______
makes me nostalgic
tyler says

of old footage – in particular at this moment,
the old footage of nina simone performing_______

i think it’s good she says
for a farmer to lose some crops sometimes
because it’s a reminder that
what we have is enough
which might be a great and humble notion

but not to a farmer who is losing some of their crops
(exhibit a: wilty un-robust blighty tomatoes in lookfar
exhibit b: the same description applied to cucumbers
in greenhouse and lookfar
exhibit c: the edamame that never came up. twice.
exhibit d: the empty soil blocks
which 5 seeds each of fall cabbage
were dropped into
that never sprouted
exhibit e: but the zinnias are beautiful)

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