Day 14: Circumference

‘Ashley is a circumference’ scrawled in chalk we giggled, i wondered who was bold enough to taunt him; also how typical, how yokel our 45 pupil school on the edge of nothing clearly, the wag had no idea what he or she was writing. Turning it over in my mind now Is Ashley a circumference?…

Day 13: Ambiguous Sunrise

on the one hand, birds scratch shadows across blue their lemon-lit bellies head townward, thus it must be time to rise and open silk o, sleepyheaded spiders, prod the root, let rhizomes ring out the call to arms of grass unless the hunchbacked northeast thunder clears his tarry throat again and spits out snow. you…

Day 12: Anticipation

i. open the door of the house envisioned you will fall through the floor you didn’t think to dream necessary, and below that, the basement never featured in fantasies. what we build, so much more than what appears. ii. dreaming of my old house reveals how i am tangled in the leap, and the net…

Day 11: tomorrow today

tomorrow i will know you curled into the future over the hurdle of midnight down through the blue hours singing kep’nmite to a new sun today, another blow tomorrow, you will understand the threadbare love you tug around your shoulders a net more than a shield today, another beneficent cigarette tomorrow, you will go down…

Day 10: ‘fractious circumlocution’

Fractious? Sir, come low cues shun. Say not the two word kick in the gut, do not cut to the chase and blaze. It’s true long words don’t run like a sword through the neck of bumpf. Still, sir once said, there can be no take back. It’s a heart attack, you say What fool…

Day 9: His Realm Departed

Singular light of a queen’s eye soldier, tales gone down to oceanic vaults cause whales to turn in the sun for you so they will say, on deck, as they stand in the wind with their eyes well-salted. Creation of empire that thing we do, like bees intricately lacing and stamping and dancing a pattern;…

Day 8: Party of Gestures

wind and spruce, that’s one we have all attended, charmed by the little birds cursing as their new nests bend askew. but there’s this youtube video cat and tame coyotl* now laughing on the living room floor that’s a party of gestures. she the coyote, wriggling on her back makes of her mouth a toothéd…

Day 7: Shadorma – Bestiary Shadows

oh for gods’ sake, unicorns hog all the light mystical animals get cast their way. it’s the horn, of course. as for strays consider ferrets goats, stoats, owls cows, rhinos any of these might with ease slip away, astray. but it’s cats that fill in the blank after stray. it’s the way they lick themselves,…

Day 6: Lungs

What do we really know? Rainforest lungs of the planet, and we northerners enjoined to rail against Brazilian excess here, in the temples of Canfor, Weyerhauser and further west, Macmillan Bloedel with their measuring eyes. My grandfather, too knew how to estimate, from the ground both the height of a tree and its likely board-feet;…

Day 5: waiting

in the trees, hung from a pine the rope and plank, above the root you kick to push, this same one causes you to tuck your feet up, if you’ve got someone behind you. the wheel rolls back here until time grants traction speak enough of you, no more push against the root, and lift….

Day 4: Random Triangle, Liminal Tingle

how do they decide? trees a limb skyward just so, dance geometry of balance with limbs underground we are all of different kinds, greater and lesser, canopy and understory riverine, mountain-calming, back alley priests of the enduring divine, limbs in a tangle, a liminal tingle, their random triangle resonating their lives their own the voice…

Day Three: Personal Universe Deck

Hey God! This is my personal universe? but the greatest stillness cannot be taught, and stars align as if dealt from the bottom of the deck three of spades, their names known to those who loved them who cried over their wavering sin queen of clubs, bright as a diamond onstage, singing scarlet gown ablaze…