In my post of the Lewis River hike with lots of waterfall pictures I said I’d have some vegetation to share, too. Here they are (plus Sport, of course): (As with the gallery setting, click through a few times to get to larger photos.)
Posts from ‘October, 2009’
A Body of Work #5
A Body of Work #5 1. Posture is posing as piles or posts in (possible) pastures, surely nosing past surly profiles (I grimace and grind my lip’s cornered contours when Mother says “Sit up straight). Grim grins sin over this postulate: mind your Posture. 2. These middled days I concentrate when I walk To keep [...]
hiking the Lewis River
I missed a poetry reading last night because I underestimated how long it would take me to get to the trail head (97 miles from home, half of them windy), and how long it would take to hike an easy 7-mile trail. I added another 1.5 miles, so that changed things, too. The Lewis River [...]
A Body of Work #4
A Body of Work #4 I’m counting on evolutionary jumps To take these drooping eyelids, Rheumatoidly arthritic neck and bad feet – Ugly even with a supreme spa manicure – Into the next generation because I’m not. I gave at the office, to the felt-lined Contribution bags the elders sent down The line. A line [...]
A Body of Work #3
A Body of Work #3 “I Am Joe’s Pituitary Gland” Didn’t prepare me for the pressures Of ranging and ranging impulses Scientists call hormones and maidens And matrons called monthly madness. “Jane’s Ovaries” helped even less, Casting them as of an uninteresting Appearance and insignificant size, Something the dog might have seized From the garbage [...]
poems inspired by science news
Come Out of Cover I am one of the unnamed rings, a rippling understudy – with high hopes of circling Phoebe, of finding my place in her retrograde orbit and letting my seasonal spokes of water ice carry on the mystery of unknown crystal waves and wakes, ropes and stalks to excite the seers’ and [...]
A Body of Work #2
A Body of Work #2 I have Grandmother’s fingernails. The last time I saw her hands They were folded on top of her Chest, unnatural, a handkerchief Set decoration, laced and clean, Covered whatever glue kept Them peaceful. Concealed Gnarled joints sculpted by pain. The last time I held her hand I filed her long [...]
a new body of work #1
A Body of Work #1 Pity the feet of those lost shoes, red & cracked. A “no-sit” rule will make them stand, lean, slouch, cower shuffle and shout in too big or too small slippers, detached from humanity, slogging in haphazard orbits of failing falls. My mother grabs her toes says she will cut them [...]
Momentile Monday (a little late)
Physics and Alternative Universes Don’t jump, spider. Regard me heart awed, racing like a wheel. You walk on glass as if water, inspect me – a curiosity to invite to lunch & discuss the mechanics of van der Waals forces, or the meaning of my alternate universes. Photo: Tiny Doctor Find an interesting article about [...]
