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A rush of wind, maybe 15 mph (?), wakes me. It’s November, the windows are open, and still, two-months-ago tomatoes cling tight to the vine. Daughter’s breath on my face and dog’s breath at my feet synchronize. The man of the house has gone to chase some snaggletooth sirens, at least they’re Wisconsin native. MyContinue reading “#24: A Fishing Report”

Challenge accepted& with that, shadows appearEach one a figure in the nightCovering our view of the starsSlipping in through our ears, eyes, noseHead and shoulders still attached. A movie reelsPicking up where we left offWhat large body of water do we crossIn our wonky canoe?Built when we were fiveOut of the wood From our dreamcatcher.Continue reading “#23: All or Nothing At All”

A palindrome for the ages, 23.32.The G.O.A.T., 1991 Feet in the water and head full of dirt, 1.17. WatersideNeither left or rightOn heart & bellyDue North & South Separate, until they meet. re: IntroductionThere are times to know. Those stuck to picture frames, blood on the sheets, letters with old addresses to places not worthContinue reading “#22: Just Happy To Be Here”

Convinced that Kitchari (kich-uh-ree) is the answer, considering how tough it’s been to find the mung beans. The best things are the hardest to find. Trash goes out on Tuesdays. The blinds open everyday at 7:33 am for the satiated mutt on the futon. Girlie wimpers for her blind boyfriend, just kitty corner. A bathtubContinue reading “#21: In Search of Mung Beans”

Year 3 in leatherLining your front, left pocket – a gift from my fatherWeatheredTethered to bedpostsBenevolent grin – tough, but sureCinched on the 3rd hole – prong adjusting by yearThe same saddle since 2008 Walked in fields of alfalfa – better in bootsAdjusted the bolo snug against the solar plexus – a gift to yourContinue reading “#20: Year 3 in Leather”

The summoning of the simplest breath from the lungs and holding it just a little longer than normal. It is the quietest space where the heart pounds –harder still. Then a loon howls for you. Do others yo-yo between existential danger and lightning bugs? Or tiger lilies? Or mammatus rainclouds? I see the shimmer inContinue reading “#19: Baby, You Gotta Hold On”

It’s become a tradition around the onset of my annual age change to fill the feeders. Gabe reminds me that I need to start the year out with sparkling equipment before adding the seed. So I clean. Every inch, every remnant of yesteryear’s bird consortium is erased. They dry in the chilly sun, because theContinue reading “#18: Birthday $ on Bird Seed”

Five pots were parsed out between us. Each contained two to three bulbs trimmed to the quick. Clumps of dead leaves and cobwebs marked the months since they’d seen sun. Would they miss their other terracotta compatriots? Scientists have proven plants can communicate with each other. Maybe they sensed my roots to their previous owner.Continue reading “#17: Nan’s Amaryllises”

Mop your own floors. The minute after the day is done. Sink the head into that astringent bath, spin off the access, and break a sweat. Scrub clean the life that dried onto your wooden floorboards. Start again with the sun. That’s it! The memory of bringing of sharing and receiving imprints–timeless. The after quietContinue reading “#16: Mop Water”

Ruth was born in the Year of the Ox on a splintered farmhouse floor, the first July of the roaring 20s. She was adamant to keep the day a secret but the year, a proclamation. I met her the September after her 100th birthday and watched her last breath putter out 9 months later.    TheContinue reading “#15: Accolade”