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Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
winter raptors in Wallowa country
redtails, roughlegs, goldens
balds, prairies
all stoop -
the trophic cascade plunges
balds, prairies
all stoop -
the trophic cascade plunges
Haiku from the Carbondale Poets
Unexpected love peered
from the front row
while I jittered and blushed
Patrick Curry
from the front row
while I jittered and blushed
Patrick Curry
Ha ha I was so right
On my game, up until
She asked if I was ok
Patrick Curry
Crows by the dozens
Mingling with the cows
Symbiotic relationshit?
Dave Teitler
blue to cloud to stars
maybe I'll write a haiku
but Zen is not self conscious
Barbara Reese
tiny spiders climb
dusty vegetal aspen
to silk chute the breeze
Heidi Owen
blue to cloud to stars
maybe I'll write a haiku
maybe I'll write a haiku
Zen in everything
Kim Nuzzo
Friday, February 3, 2012
Letting Go
Of all the treasures in the cave,
what is the one you most desire?
Mutter your open-sesames and
rub your lamps with caution: Want
circumvents have. You may find
this magic to be unreliable.
Trust is not the point. Still, keep track
of who tells you this, who sets you
on the hero's journey, who raises
the bar - never mind the why.
Even wise words can suck you dry.
Be sure they are your own.
what is the one you most desire?
Mutter your open-sesames and
rub your lamps with caution: Want
circumvents have. You may find
this magic to be unreliable.
Trust is not the point. Still, keep track
of who tells you this, who sets you
on the hero's journey, who raises
the bar - never mind the why.
Even wise words can suck you dry.
Be sure they are your own.
Observations in Five Reverses
End
(conditions: snowing and graders)
(conditions: snowing and graders)
songiesandjuncos, frozenroses
some big black flapping thing
eightravensraving - and a
magpie in a fruit tree.
some big black flapping thing
eightravensraving - and a
magpie in a fruit tree.
4
(conditions: white – white – white)
male china pheasant in a game of chicken
with a pick up
and...is that a prairie falcon with the stripe-y cheek?
deer droppings in the birdseed
on the walkway home.
3
(conditions: white – white – white)
male china pheasant in a game of chicken
with a pick up
and...is that a prairie falcon with the stripe-y cheek?
deer droppings in the birdseed
on the walkway home.
3
(conditions: 4" new snow)
threematurebaldsonejuvieonnasprinklerline
eighteenravens pickingthedeerbones,
another mature bald, a magotty pie, starling
with redwing delusions, two wet horses
eighteenravens pickingthedeerbones,
another mature bald, a magotty pie, starling
with redwing delusions, two wet horses
in the driveway.
2
(conditions: cold and high-falutin')
(conditions: cold and high-falutin')
on a phone line star-star-star-star- star- star- starlings.
against a snow field: black part of the magpies.
cockedheadedkingfisher. sunonsnowonsunonsnow.
the brakes work, well enough. a pair of china pheasants -
the male dive bombing the highway.
the brakes work, well enough. a pair of china pheasants -
the male dive bombing the highway.
Start
(conditions: slushy and undercast)
fourjuncos, gaudychinapheasant,
hunkeredkingfisher, wetredtail - teflonmagpie - and
roadside, redandbluespeckledticketgiver.
hunkeredkingfisher, wetredtail - teflonmagpie - and
roadside, redandbluespeckledticketgiver.
Grief At the End of the Road
The sky turned into a white open hand,
a strange heaven, self revealed at last,
shining tears of things remembered
and their oblivion a wondrous dust
in our hands. We became every silence
everywhere.
Our souls burst open
becoming light, a certain state of mind.
Words flowed through everything and we
could hold them in our hands.
All wounds but whirling ash
consumed in holy flame.
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