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8 Things: Small Gratitudes; poems reread and revised
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Prompted by Magpie Girl, propagated by Lori-Lyn...

1. Leftover Thai food with new-steamed rice

2. Abstract Expressionist postage stamps

3. Australian tennis junkies drunkenly spamming my Twitter feed

4. After today's rain: my back yard is rich with the scent of honeysuckle and a good wet green

5. Excel. It makes my life easier in so many ways.

6. Flaxseed with coffee-flavored yogurt

7. Lovely feedback on a story

8. Antihistamines




Some poems I've read through more than once this week:

  • Krystal Languell's "The Same Sound Every Night" and "Suddenness" at No Tell Motel. It's just coincidence, of course, but reading the latter after recent local events was almost a punch to a gut:


    The moment just before disaster - not a siren
    but the absence of a siren - when the sky is sick
    green or sick yellow and all the muddy dogs are
    called generously indoors: did we create this? ...


  • The Drunkenness of Noah by Kathleen Graber: "The truth is I often laugh when I don't know what else to do..."


  • Hiro Boga's Meditations from the Center: 2. Which prompted me to spend a part of today on this:

    After the Floods (draft 2)

    In a corner of my room, a rain-washed drawing
    smudges its inky remains like a bruise
    of feathers across the sticky slate of loss,

    blank like the photos I couldn't save,
    their emulsions bleeding endpaper echoes
    onto holiday cards and time-bleached notes

    from people themselves long evaporated
    from everywhere except these mementos.
    The more I stare, the more I am struck

    by the splinter-thin blur
    between grotesque wreckage
    and beautiful ruin -

    how a brown, crinkled scrap of a rose
    can speak more of my worlds
    than a dozen lush, satin-bright blooms

    and how I want to be both
    the history and the hope
    a sweet mingling of dryness and dew.

    How to be such and not too much?
    Next to the picture, a pitcher: tell me
    what to pour onto your palm.

    ~ m




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