Until hastas pulse out of the ground the oak and other tree pollen will cover everything. Hastas grow from thought forms. They are not there the night before and the next day they are six inches tall. A lot of plants are like that in spring. Before anything else, spring is an idea. The...
Monthly Archives: April 2010
If the wind means me, I’m here, here.
Way back when poet Theodore Roethke wrote a series of poems called Meditations of an Old Woman. Imagine losing your bone mass and getting lighter. Maybe our bones hollow as we grow older and with luck we grow wings to fly around. The wind means me, me. And I’m here, here. That’s what his...
Oil slicks
The Daily Neurotic at http://thedailyneurotic.com was conceived as stated to write about the dailies - and it will often take a humorous, loving and sentimental view of life events and experiences and try to bring a bit of imagination and inspiration to the ‘dailies’ we all experience. Well, there’s an immense oil slick in the...
Stars wobble
When planets are near stars wobble. Sounds like a secret code or a brief haiku. Well it is an astronomical haiku. Far out in distant galaxies our star hunters have found planets by proxy. If a star wobbles it could be that a nearby planet is changing its orbit. There have been over 300...
Carabiner, or everything is connected
Molly is under the blankets. The rain is hitting the roof with that round comforting sound. This is one of those charmed moments when life is as grand as it can be. Isn’t it amazing that we live in a time when everyone is so aware of all the connections in the world? I...
Get out of Siberia
I had an expression that I once shared with a friend of mine over ten years ago – when we were both in a state of deprivation of one sort or another. I told her we needed to “get out of Siberia.” It’s unfortunate, in a sense, that I now know more about Siberia...
golem heart
take the wet sand on the beach formed into the shape of a heart ride it out fifty years into the days of discovery finding heat in flowers the return of the blue jays the fuse of the owl calling the creak in the door sending it away. dried and falling down the heart...
100 years of solitude ain’t enough
If you’re trying to hide from the world and you succeed, is this then called solitude? There was a time that I was on strike against the news. At first I started with one major paper because they never reviewed women writers with the same consistency or frequency of male writers. After all, why...
Molt
It feels like a huge relief to shrug off this cover. If I were sandstone I would blow off and whittle down with time My skin felt dry, pulling away from my body. Imagine the itching I had to endure. I could have been smoothed by the sea if I were glass. Such incredible...
Oil spills dinosaurs
Fossil fuels. Old ideas of how to live in this culture, like fossils, have the power of big engines, turbines, horsepower and power to the enth degree. The famous but extinct dinosaurs are now liquid petroleum. Or if that’s not quite the case, it is close. How dinosaurs could spill all over the oceans,...
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