At Arte they’ll chill
Your city mind
An oasis for to hear
Chimes and birds
Espresso grind
And wonder
All things good
In life
Category: nerd
Wooden Support Beam (day 2348)
Metal base
With one big bolt
90 degrees
To a partner pole
Following up
Vertical
Square base
Cylindrical pole
At this joint
Wooden block
Square and capped
Around the pole
Gravity (day 2344)
I am lost in a sea of science
Stuck somewhere in inertia
Hovering closely to propagation
That leaves explosives
Dormant
Exhaling undone neurons
That have gathered around the nucleus
Orbiting
Centripetal force keeping
My central theory alive
For after all
I am gravity
Led by gravitas.
Maps (day 2285)
Patterns have become my edges
That take me past zones
And clearly defined counties
Hemmed in with bold lines
That stretch across pastels
And littered with dots
Describing populations
Along zig zagging lines
Connecting the dots
Neatly folded into a rectangular paper.
Hot Day Driving label(day 2223)
Sweaty back
Horizon lines
Windows or AC
DDoS Attack (day 2213)
Relentless battering
Speeding up
Smart firewall
Permaculturalists (day 2163)
We are Permies
We are champions
We dig ditches
And dance with witches
We are Permies
We stack functions
We take our waystes
And make green spaces
Books (day 2122)
No dear
Don’t open the book
To that page
Its letters were written
On old paper
With a pen
That’s known many names
Crossed out many lines
Filled hearts
And sunk boats.
Here
Try this book.
Moon at Midnight – Part XXXXXXX (day 2044)
We had been going North for three days
And decided to head West towards the mountains
Until we could go no further
And then begin the journey South
Towards our home
Hoping by that time, we’d have some meat.
By noon we had two deer, one male and one female
Moon Cow had found the first one
Put an arrow into it that went in through the rib cage
And Long Arrow put a second arrow into it
Which went right into its neck
We followed it for a short time
Easy to keep track of as it moved slowly
And as we were doing this
Moon Cow saw a second one, the male
Which Runs Wild also saw at the same time
So he snuck up on it a little bit
With Moon Cow right there beside him
As Long Arrow and I kept tracking the first one
And Runs Wild put his arrow right into the second deer’s heart
Which fell right there, on the spot.
For the rest of the afternoon we dressed the deer
And feasted on the hearts
A delicacy I had acquired the taste for
Hunting with Moon Cow
He once told me a story of why it’s important
To first eat the heart of the animal
That has sacrificed it’s life for us
“When the moon bleeds it’s light
We must see it
And the Coyotes howl
We must hear it
When the wind blows
We must send our messages in it
So to must we eat the heart
Of the life we took.”
There is an unspoken tension
That exists when upon the hunt
And no hunt has been made
Land speaks to one in this way
Without words
Call it superstitions
Call it coincidence
But food is food and when no food has been got
One will go hungry
A winter with no food is a cold winter indeed
We were all happy that night
To have very full bellies.
At this point, we were only a day and a half
Away from Sara, Bill, and Johnny-Boy
Who I hadn’t yet gone to check-in on this year
I made mention that I’d like to go see them
And Moon Cow was eager to meet them himself
But Long Arrow and Runs Wild showed no interest
So we decided that the two of us would go see them
With extra heavy packs
And give them a healthy portion of deer
We traveled together for one full day
And when Moon Cow woke me up the second morning
Long Arrow and Runs Wild had already left
Moon Cow and I arrive at their cabin by noon
Just in time for fresh bread from Sara’s oven.
Still Life in the Window (day 1970)
Raindrops set the mood
On an open Thursday night,
Songs reverberated callusedly
Against a faint rattle
Hardly heard under the crash
Of elephant hoof raindrops
Where the marksman’s twang
Nearly captured,
Patiently awaiting amidst a
Two pane dust memory
With a perfect view
Of empty hopes;
A thin cobblestone path
Weaves its way
Amidst falling whitewashed fencepoats
And tufts of sheep fodder
With eager gumboots
Avoiding eye contact
With our token warrior
Next to a thimble and needle
And a postcard received yesterday.