ss honeybird

three seeds in one
trish reveals about
beta vulgaris family
(chard, beets)
as we consider/discuss
family by family
the vegetables we grow

contrails against blue sky
turning curvy in pond surface reflection
as emory and i
glide through it
each taking turns with
the one wooden paddle

honeybird hunter
or something along those lines
emory calls out which i say
should be the name
of our ship

creek exploring i gather
wild sweet williams
and em and i take turns
releasing cimayo grandmother spring water
into last nights
rain turbulence trickling

shiz and i double-hammock meetup
via voice two time zones apart
where i gaze at
spring-flitting birds in juniper above me and
she observes gina
lopper antic-ing in their back yard


rain pound on metal roof
this time the storm doesn’t skirt/edge
it arrives full on

trish on banjo
and sometimes mica, sometimes me on guitar
with tookie on guitar too
finding our way through
gillian welch chords and lyrics
on front porch

joking about my
hand holding habits mica
calls me a bottom at circle up
to which i say something about
well, in this instance…

from the water world:

Flowers float in a lake at the former Nazi concentration camp Ravensbrueck in Fuerstenberg, northeastern Germany, to commemorate the 70th anniversary of the liberation of the camp by the Red Army on April 30, 1945. – voice of america, day in photos

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