life so changed

an update post…

• money needed—working hard to find bookkeeping clients and making progress

• my next major writing project is to publish two ebooks that have been rattling around on my hard drive for years

• cannot do the above, both of which involve lots of screen time, and continue to blog and read other bloggers… my eyestrain gets too severe!

• the posts already here make for a nice body of work and I hope they bring you enjoyment

• miss you all and hope you are having lovely summers (or, in the southern hemisphere, a great winter)

• if you get a chance, check out info I believe is critically important to our common future: www.geoengineeringwatch.org 

 

suspect

my eye caught, I turn—
horse staring, its friends behind
all creatures alert

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Because of my concern over geoengineering, I sound an “all creatures alert” at this blog almost daily. If you are interested in knowing what’s concerning me, please visit www.geoengineeringwatch.org.

11/14/2014

dream—jaguar kit
squirms in my arms, then purrs
we’re leaving palace

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On another note, here’s my daily invitation to you to find out what’s going on in our skies: www.geoengineeringwatch.org.

lost

sage repeats shadows
rhyme, reason lost to late sun
search dizzies me

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I assume that if you’re at this site, you value your relationship with nature—and you might also be interested in the information available here: www.geoengineeringwatch.org.

milking

cow’s teat, finger thick
unbothered by squeezing hands
these cows know their names

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I feel very lucky indeed to be able to get some of my food from a milking shed instead of a grocery store. Agriculture depends on the overall thriving of nature. That’s why I think this site is important: www.geoengineeringwatch.org.

what choice do we have?

what choice do we have
but to be naked?
the flimsy cloth that covers
us
merely a dusting—
obscures fleshed contours with seams
of precision
draws the eye away
from certain shadows
but momentarily
only momentarily

rooftops reveal
our dwelling places
easily wounded
in an age of bombs

our doorways and driveways
innocently, incessantly proclaim
I live here
you live there
and of course
the thief knows it

there is no place at all
no place at all to hide

this quivering heart

no place—

for those who dare

the freedom of the open sky
the budding of tenderness
the resilience of song

could be perfect shelter   — 2001

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When I wrote this poem in August, 2001, there was a lot I didn’t know about, but could only glimpse through intuition and a “felt sense.” Nowadays, when I reread this piece, I’m amazed how much it had to say about the life looming ahead of me. My perspective is that we need to build true shelter more than ever. One of the bombs I didn’t know about then, but understand somewhat now, is geoengineering: www.geoengineeringwatch.org.