Friday, May 21, 2021

conflict



Sometimes it's called a "conflict," but it may look like people asking for their right to live.


[Pic from At's protest outside Rep. Elissa Slotkin's office this week.]

Thursday, May 20, 2021

scene


these flowers are alight
opening in hemispheres
my mind skips out of context
out of focus, a confused state

I am eaten by the earth
I am circled by the eddy
my breath swells with longing
my heartbeat meets in collapse

[Pic: MSU Walled Garden, 5/17/2021]


Wednesday, May 19, 2021

context




breath is a hymn 
accomplishing joy
surfacing tree brown
I come back to my body
through the sacred,
absurd landscape
of patience

[Pic: Scout and Huck hanging out with me in puppy pose.]

Tuesday, May 18, 2021

perspective

I'm reeling today from finding out that someone I knew as a kind and overly chivalrous person is in prison for sex crimes. Multiple 16- and 17-year-olds had accused him and I absolutely believe them--I'm just shaken (and shaking my head) about how different (and misleading) my experience of this person was. 

He was famous/semi-famous, and I expect the case was media fodder in the UK for a while. I feel awful that I've sometimes used his early English music ensembles in classes... I will not do this again.

(Pic is of our only east-facing window; I wish we had more. The tradescantia and pothos cuttings I pinched off and stuck into candleholders have rooted and are taking off. Funny how that works.)

Monday, May 17, 2021

focus


Lots of stuff going on--including working in my office, office visits at various doctors etc., but a walk with JG and a porch hang with KB and... hours of jabber and banter are the points I want to remember from today. 

(Spot the bunny in the picture!) 

Saturday, May 15, 2021

shit shit shit


The first signal is my head turned 
sideways, listening for him
my dad too, listens to me,
he warns me of shit.

This was literal: he identified each 
congealed hazard on the trail.
"Look out for the dog shit,"
he said. "OK--horse shit."

Or sometimes even: "I don't know, 
kanna--some kind of shit here."
Huge oceans connect us now;
my finger tenses on redial.

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Red Cedar River, this morning with L.

going through the (e)motions

Off to Grand Rapids today to visit the #1 Sculpture Park in the USA (are there others?) and then dinner at a friend's place until late a...