Monthly Archives: April 2016

until i am upon

the garden shed tree frog
pale gray
in its roost / post
tucked along door frame and
the place where tool brushes hang
_______
how i think i see something
in the distance down the road as i pedal
in dusk fog
not sure until i am upon them
a startle of 10 or so deer and unlike
passing in a car i can hear their hooves
in the wet grass
_______
lightning bug
on the outside of the loft window
which means when its butt glows
i get a clear close view

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bonnet surprise

in south garden as we
plant onions (tropea and red bull varieties)
and i am laughing so hard
tears are gathering in my eyelashes
while we come up with stupid ridiculous
ice cream names and flavors for our
hippy/mennonite themed shop
(bonnet surprise, dirty dog, dingle berry crunch, horse and buggy heath and butterfinger, compost swirl)
_______
sadness
i say

curling in
at dusk
_______
i trust you and your decisions
she writes

to be thoughtful and conscious
i do not say this lightly
_______

on the first pulls
how the saw teeth catch
on the grains of wood
(of a sad dowel,
a rustic hockey stick,
several scraps that might be cedar but i’m not sure)
_______
joesph showing me
the dry wall anchors as i
incrementally lean in
to ever-so-closely
finishing building the closet
(and, let’s be clear here,
closet is a sawed-off hockey stick
mounted to the wall and hanging
from the ceiling)
_______

standing on five gallon bucket
on top of a chair as i
reach up and try best i can
do keep the drill at 90 degrees
drywall crumbles drizzling down
into my hair, my eyes
_______

the put put put put put of
something, perhaps wine, burbling
in the karma closet
just outside my room
_______

takes a psychic toll cynthia says
of the things we collectively
cleared off the back porch
out of the costume box
off the back hallway shelves
out of the office closet
etc
_______
from the water world:
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People play on a beach along the Arabian Sea on a hot summer day in Mumbai, India. – voice of america, day in photos

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A Sri Lankan man waters his vegetable garden cultivated on the banks of river Kelani in Colombo, Sri Lanka. Many Sri Lankans living in urban areas maintain kitchen gardens for their daily consumption. – voice of america, day in pho tos

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so green it almost

how i ride
the long way around which means
i pass ted and bear on their bikes
headed town-wards
and can see what i think
to be bob walking through the field
and then there is new sky
opening over us on new land
which is so green / hill-rolly
(spring burst) so green
it almost hurts
______
live to the edges bruin says
of your energetic body

instead of saying it’s not working
you vacate part of your body
what do you need to do to keep
your arms, your legs

______
egg salad, egg egg salad we
spontaniously improvise
around the butcher block
before dinner
_______
so pointy (sharp) i joke
about trish’s home baked crackers
we better be careful not to let them slip
off our plates
_______
down the back road for
post dinner sunset walk
asby and gibbus (cats)
trotting after me
for the distance (mile, at least)
never, before, have i met cats who
go for walks with me
_______
from the water world:
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A boy floats in a pond to cool off on a hot summer day on the outskirts of Kolkata, India. – voice of america, day in photos

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green glowing / when we emerge

beyonce singing pretty hurts
while trish and i undo
the office closet in the name of
deep clean
me culling stinky shampoos and her
sifting through garden paperwork
while baigz and joanna work it out in the jar room
and cynthia and arielle show the back hallway no mercy
and mo hits the herb and spice shelves
_______
hum-singing: oooh it’s just me myself and i
solo rider til i die cuz i
got me for life
oooh i don’t need a hand to hold
even when the night is cold
i got this fire in my soul
on the drive to zims

on the walk up to the post office door
on the drive back home
on the walk down the highway
later i talk about
this anthem of independence
and how good it feels to carry
in my blood and
what it means about how i relate
to being in relationship

_______
how i only notice the wild strawberries
off canada road because i duck into the woods
to pee before i hit the highway
and when i crouch down
i gasp with delight/surprise at seeing
their white blooms
_______

about the sky:
everything is haze-covered,
like it could rain any minute
or liek it is raining somewhere in the distance
yet there are patches of clouds and not clouds
moving over
_______
the bright yellow of trish’s sweater
against the pale but not quite pastel
sea foam color of her jeans
as we park/talk in sandhill parking spot
sharing/listening
about commitments, marriage, wedding
_______

the howl/hum/suck of wind
followed by the noise of hail
on metal door as heard from
inside the root cellar where we all gather
because our neighbor called to tell us of
a nearby tornado sighting
in the echoey underground
joe cranks the emergency weather radio
while mo and i pass around dried black currants
and emory calls jack up onto his lap
and when we emerge
the lightning snakes on forever
lighting up nightyard
night trees
green glowing hills and new leaves
how i sit on the porch for at least a half hour
watching the scraggles bloom and fade
in the east
in the north
in the south
feeling the draw/desire to climb the white pine
to hug myself to the trunk in its sway to watch it all but
knowing better
_______
dirty johnny and frankie danger
we laugh and later laugh again
about johnny, frankie and joey
in our tough louiz voice

_______

from the water world:
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A child carries buckets of water as people wait to get drinking water from a donor’s truck at a village of Dala township at outskirts of Yangon, Myanmar. Myanmar suffers from drought and drinking water shortages in at least 10 regions due to the El Nino weather phenomenon.

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tangling across sky

laughter in the future tomato beds
before the rains come
at the whip-like dandelion root
plucked from the soil in its entirity
_______
yoga dance
i call

the thing i did this morning
triangles, warriors and lunges
to rihanna and justin bieber in my earphones
_______
it’s all muscle memory jazz says
about how to roll on the banjo
it’s all muscle memory mo says
about claw hammering on the banjo
and then she plays
in sawmill tuning
the clucky hen song
in the dimming kitchen
_______
barefoot in the hoophouse where
the stormy wind ripples through
the bright of lightning pulsing/strobing and
thunder let loose
in sonic strings tangling
across sky while i
winter collards from the future pepper beds
as mo pulls lambs quarters and chickweed
do raincoats ever really work i say layered
against the weather
ponchos she replies
_______

the shiny green
of cilantro leaves
volunteer-sprouting up
through the mulch in the spring
hoophouse onion beds
_______

the toad with the what seems swollen sticky outy tongue
taking cover in the clover as i dig
holes along the cistern for sunflower planting
_______
egg salad, triple cheese spinach dip, chickweed pesto,
sourdough onion rolls, home-baked rye bread and toast points
plus quiche
this, i say, is the most decadent potluck
ever
_______

slipping into sleep under xmas lights
like how we’d do at
calle del arroyito
waking curled
teeth unbrushed and fully clothed
_______

from the water world:
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People relax after applying mud on their bodies to cool off on a hot summer day on the banks of the Kanchon Mala lake in the outskirt of Agartala, India.– voice of america, day in photos

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A Serbian Orthodox pilgrim immerses himself in the waters of the Jordan River at the Qasr al-Yahud baptismal site, near the West Bank city of Jericho, as part of an Easter pilgrimage to the holy Land.
– voice of america, day in photos

 

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to be chosen

stan woo-hooing as i reach skyward
into my first stretches of the day on
unfurled teal mat atop cistern while he
heads to the car to embark upon
his week long texas inspection trip
_______

mo, cynthia, tyler and i
counting down before we
put our backs into it-
leaning/pressing with all four pairs
of arms/hands to push the
huge round bale off the wagon
near north garden
_______
although it’s not bonsai scale
i can’t help but think of dad
and his bonsai tools
oiled and wrapped for trimming/shaping/wiring
while practice my own
renegade pruning and thorny-vine wrestling
just enough to clear the view outside my window
to give the forest depth
rather than a wall, a mass of growth
_______
small bouquet of lilac-colored phlox
in a shot glass vase tucked
into just-cleaned hallway cubby
_______
intentional i say
in the go-around about how we feel about weddings
and marriage and forevers
i want every day to be chosen,
not default
_______
from the water world:
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Indian Lambadi tribal villagers fill containers with drinking water from a leaking pipe on a roadside at Chandampet Mandal in Nalgonda east of Hyderabad in the southern Indian state of Telangana.
– voice of america, day in photos

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A crow drinks water from a tap on a hot day in Ahmadabad, India. India is grappling with severe water shortages and drought affecting more than 300 million people, a quarter of the country’s population. Thousands of distressed farm animals have died, and crops have perished, with rivers, lakes and ponds drying up and groundwater tables sinking. 
– voice of america, day in photos

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enter the sparklefest

how i don’t remember her name
but i do remember she grew up in madison,
we take turns holding the ladder
while we work our way up/down the greenhouse
drills in hands
screw by screw removing the
lath-like strips of wood
that hold the huge sheet of insulating plastic
to the roof
how we balance and teeter and strip screws and
dodge wasps in the process,
how rad it feels to be encouraging/supporting her
best i know how
in some of her early moments of power-tool using
(press into and perpendicular are my two main tips)

_______

should spraypaint them hotpink i say
of the drill bits that keep
jumping ship
_______

how each sandhillian who
walks through the kitchen door is wowed
by the knox college students’ slices of watermelon
because even when our watermelons do grow
they look nothing as big or as red or juicy as this
_______
love loom moe says
at the kitchen sink about
the loom she just picked up from
a woman in town
whose husband made it for her
years ago
_______

joseph’s deer-blood covered hands
on the phone
on the steering wheel and i make a joke
about getting a hold of some sani-wipes
_______

asparagus spears
oiled and sweating
set on butcher block along with
the quinoa-rice
veggie masala
coconut oil/soy sauce garbanzo beans
tomato apple chutney
and toasted seeds
_______
somewhere between justin bieber and the chromatics
she calls and we briefly
spirit/voice-collide
over tepary beans
and aleksandra’s release and

the delight/celebration of
catching each other now and
how maybe i can deliver the saved seeds myself
to the pima county library system
_______
hammock-curled with the tassajara bread book
in my hands, reading until the light
is still alive in the western sky but
too dim to read by
enter the sparklefest of lightning bugs
flickering amongst trunks and branches
enter the softest breeze pulling itself
over my bare feet
enter the smell of baking granola
drifting out of the open kitchen window
enter full-body contentment and how i tell
the north garden mulch, the juniper branches
spreading out above me, the last light in the sky
how much i love my life/this moment in my life and
how grateful/lucky i am
_______
while the intro to the tassajara bread book
is obnoxious because
mention after mention of bread baker after bread baker
(friends, mentors),  are all men,
it also says this:
baking bread will help you connect
with everything; it may take years, but…

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