Day 18: Happy to Hear

This is the way of it Earth is alive Turtle Island sleeps until the Song says rise, brighten your limbs rainwash your green and give voice thread geese through windlines, lace swans along lakes let the mountains ring with testimony, every valley run brown and rich in stonefields write slenderly in starfields etch cold fire…

Day 17: 140 Characters

1. Any 20 of them could be born on a Saturday, but odds and probablities love things more randomly 2. Temujin, who became Chinggis Khaan of all the wide kingdoms himself has resolved into countless refracted versions of descendants’ dreams his manifold destiny 3. one hundred or so were spotted dogs, but before them five Parisian…

Day 16: List Poem, On Gardens

What gardeners become: contemplative sanguine patient genocidal in service of their chosen. What I love in my garden: saskatoons, who rise early dandelions, earlier still that shaggy sense of wellbeing presaged in first green lace slug traps, like Mom would set. Spring garden memories: Grandma, tongue thick in English sorrowing for strawberry time in those…

Day 15: Intervention

despite invention torturer’s tools despite mines infecting velvet against the roar of drone defilement outside the sick air where feckless men force reckless plans still the One Song     We’re halfway through 30/30. Today’s image by Kathysg on pixabay.com

Day 14: Danger Café

lightness, darkness, and their shadow clan of degrees* hold down the tables this one reeks jet fuel, african dust notebooks of coordinates that one sleeks wild hair, bespoke pockets memorized fragilities another cuts the gloom angled shoulders, sharpened words particulars recorded some are cool as lebanese cedar groves watching from internal heights some smoulder kamchatka…

Day 13: Carnival of Jesters

how they move through morning’s trees shimmering cast back the sky from wing and tail forecasting indulgent days of dance attendant on mawkish puppets shrieking naked lusting beaks out blindly trusting how they move the season’s cycle onward juggling songs up to the One eyes sharp for providence smuggling sticks in random symmetry, as home…

Day 12: Where I’m From

where i’m from you don’t shout hallelujah at dawn the sun is speaking you don’t shout it is in the turning open palms, open heart to the sky hallelujah at dawn this world-weary word much mouthed and maligned standing in for the unknown the sun is speaking older words, bright beyond any history unassailable, for…

Day 11: Language of Flowers

poets are responsible not to follow but to obey deeper laws underwriting simple would-be rules. the brief is to encounter and render each particular part of the larger song in accordance to the ongoing. thus if i give you harebells let them signify courage and the honour of thieves stealing room in which to raise…

Day 10: Repast Aghast at Last

will you go leaping? will you sing? will you, as so many sleep, and keep on sleeping? did Jesus in gethsemane get mad enough to kick stones, tear branches pummel the earth to punish the sky? in artists’ renderings he sits, or kneels his long hair brushed and raises limpid eyes his passion all gentility…

Day 9: Night Vision

forget scary: at night in our street fat and sassy rabbits dance forget old age: stars are no farther now rather, they wink and hint every year, we draw you nearer… meanwhile, i cannot help tomfoolery, mind-diving down to goggle astounded at the dark night of the sole. Oh, Day 9… Amiskwaciy/Edmonton looks particularly dull….

Day 8: Objection of Broken Boxes

1. think outside them — what am i, a cat? enticed playing this cardboard hard slapping it like sumo 2. who boxes, given sumo? in the dohyo, sacred space, you stand revealed belly, butt and naked fear eye to eye with yokozuna who only fights himself fighting only himself, he sees inevitable paths to victory…

Day 7: Secret Recipe

What makes a good secret? Purity of ingredients, you say and freshness: Paul is stale his dead or alive status moot. For better secrets, rely on imperishable things: old Bigfoot holds its flavour. Loves unspoken, too can last, if you remember: open the jar freely, and inhale. Exactitude matters, though when using Area: 49? 52?…