Praise the sky, for how well it mourns*

Sun flares at my neighbor’s bird feeder
bright flashes of molten gold, fluttering
like a winged creature. The trees
must be seared with this much heat

blazing in the deep shade. This morning

I didn’t believe it possible to see 

color again, but green
is still a fixture in the world,
the spirea’s pink mix still draws
the bees. In this brief life flowers
in bloom yesterday were still here today.
A hawk landed so close I could count
the feathers ruffled from the landing
and I was surprised by its texture
and tones. It held its stare just long
enough to let my heart ease.

*from "Wi-Fi in the Cemetery" by Hussain Ahmed
 

Each touch uncatches

 

Normal ogres are enough

It is always a wondrous event when the first firefly I see is somehow, inexplicably spotted in the house. A flash at the edge of the room, a glow for a moment beside the window, and then the creature zips over and lands beside me. Hello. I scooped her up, opened the door, and ushered her out. See you later. I haven’t seen any outside as it grows dark. Of course, the rain has been pretty heavy late in the day. Tonight, it should be dry and quiet.

This morning, my first day without homework or classes, I attacked the forsythia. It grows like Jack’s Beanstalk, and I don’t need any giants getting down here. Normal ogres are enough. So, I decided to take it almost to the ground, it felt good to cut it back and according to the gardening information must be done before July and between rains. This shrub is at the corner of the house next to the raised bed where I am happy to report the tomatoes have survived! Huzzah. They don’t look super, but they will pick up. Tomorrow, I need to get the spirea off the house and trim the dead stalks from the hydrangea and check the lilacs. I’m a little behind on the yard maintenance of certain things. Today I also went and got hanging baskets (petunias) for the front of the house now that all the shrubs there have been cut back (not by me but by a brother lawncare team), I also moved the teal fox back to a place of prominence. I have placed two begonias back onto the front porch and the geraniums, both of which are at least three years old, and I just repot and propagate. The other two begonias are staying inside this year, true houseplants.

I’m working on a poem inspired by the Italian painter, Giotto di Bondone’s Lamentation from the Arena Chapel in Rome. I have never been to this chapel, but I will go next time I’m in Rome. We’ll see how it goes, getting the actions or inactions of the angels right will be key. Anyway, here are some yard scenes and my indulgence: cut flowers.

Totality of metaphor

    Sifting through the last couple of days of classes, totally done with English. Two more in-person for anthropology, tomorrow and Friday, Friday is the test. Two more days of lit class, tomorrow and next Monday, which is when we present whatever book we chose for the final project – I chose Appalachian Elegy by bell hooks, I plan on discussing why the book fits this course and then reading poems by hooks and other from the region. And in Art, there is an online test that needs to be done by Wednesday the 17th at 1159pm. He may post a video for another discussion since we didn’t get the entire writing portion of the class done. One year down.

    Here’s a picture of the sculpture Quantum Man by Julian Voss-Andreae taken at the Maryhill Museum taken in May 2017. We were back from Belgium because after so many years you’re encouraged to go stateside and visit and as we had left from Oregon that’s where the ticket “home” took us. We visited this day with the boy, he came grudgingly, but he came. I wasn’t aware of the totality of the metaphor when I took the shot, but it popped up a day or so ago in my memories, isn’t gut-punch technology amazing? Two figures and then the disappearing...

    And for another gut-punch a poem from Saeed Jones which makes me think we are all Quantum Man…

A history moment

Today we drove a short eighteen miles to Brooklyn, Illinois. It’s a small village in Saint Clair County. Coincidentally there is another Brooklyn in Schuyler County closer to Peoria. Here’s a tidbit about Brooklyn from the University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign: “Brooklyn was established in the 1820s across the Mississippi River from St. Louis and the slave state of Missouri. It was started as a settlement of African Americans escaping slavery, and later became the first black town in America to be incorporated.” 

There is a campaign currently to save the community, to ensure its history is not erased. It is on the list of the most endangered historic places in Illinois. It is not surprising that another place on the list is in Cairo Illinois: “Cairo’s history of housing insecurity dates to the aftermath of the Civil War when newly freed Black southerners flocked to the southernmost town in Illinois, a former stop on the Underground Railroad and an important staging area for the Union army. Cairo’s Black residents formed a vibrant community, but they also faced years of segregation, housing discrimination and poor living conditions.” (From landmarks.org/) In Cairo, they’re trying to save public housing.

Both of these communities have been victims of uneven opportunity and redlining over the years in vicious ways that can only be thought of in boardrooms and dark offices of hate. 

All those songs

Today was a light class day, Art, followed by English where one classmate gave a presentation about Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. I was able to offer that I may (or may not) have heard this song on the radio when it came out and I love how the kids always laugh like they're not sure if I'm kidding or not (how old is she?). Last week Bradley said I was lucky to have seen the movies during the Golden Age of Movies -- he meant the 1980s. God bless you, Bradley. And then in Anthropology, we talked about the Nigerian films we watched. Here's an interesting fact, Nigerian film -- Nollywood -- is the second in the world as far as producing films. India is number one and Hollywood is three. In Nigeria, the movie industry is the second highest money maker after agriculture. Fascinating. A very, very light class day. Jerry is home for the weekend, we are still awaiting rain. Here are some random campus photos and a poem. Be safe, be kind, sing a song.

The sparrows are in the vines and flowers

here where the wall grows and blooms.
It is all activity on a day like today, breezy
warm, the sun fighting clouds. Look here
just on the way to class all these colors
all those songs.

Happiness writes home

An older poem to share and a picture from Keukenhof, Holland. Both here because I am taking a night to watch something mindless after turning in all my final papers. There is still a book presentation and two small tests, but the larger papers are done. It is May, (and May the fourth be with you) and we are awaiting rain. Be safe, be kind, and ask what your happiness would write.

Happiness writes home

Here the weather is rain on tin-
roofs, an all-night jazz of thunder
& drizzle, owls chortle harmony
& spiders allow every third fly
reprieve. Beds are high
& under windows. Sheets line-dried
ooze sunlight into all my dreams.

When I wake the owls have transformed
night into biscuits & honey & the spiders
serve rainwater tea on silk & wings, & the tiny
tables of spent legs.

Day lasts as long as my attention
then as clouds disgorge stars, the moon reigns.

I slip back into places of reverie, things I’ve
lost: do you miss me?