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I'm so glad that my governor, in the infinite wisdom of his unmarked state, is protecting pink slime because it's a civil rights issue.

No, really.

Arguing that lean finely textured beef shouldn't be called pink slime, that it's a vicious smear campaign, he said, "We don’t let people call people names because of their race or religion, and we shouldn’t let them smear a quality product."

Okay. Good to know. Products have rights, and detailing production is equivalent to hate speech.




cafenowhere: coffee cup with sugar packets that read WTF (Maggie with Coffee)
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~

I
don't
blame you,
tree,
for wanting to live
in my house. It's cozy
with strays, after all,
and lined with books, the
dust-furred urns, if you will, of
your long-lost sisters. But come winter,
trust me, you'll find that, between
these warm walls and all
the gamboling paws,
it gets to feeling
just
a bit
close.

~
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~

pink August blooms?
crab apple confusion caused
by trickster winds


~
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~


white moths
confetti tiny
scatter from the grass
anticipating my steps

I could run
but never catch them
outpaced
like a peaking wave
behind foam-laced breakers
like a girl with a butterfly net
trying to stop the decrescendo
of summer days


~

On an unrelated note, I am so glad to live in a place with seasons, where kids can run down the street to the neighbors' without concern, where one gardener's tomato bounty becomes a gift to passersby. It's like I've grown up to live in the neighborhood of my childhood dreams. So Tweetie can spend her dreams on even more fantastic things.

~

In a further unrelated note, I think it's safe to say Justin Bieber is overexposed when I do a Google image search for "white moths on lawn" and his dopey mop shows up.

Solubility

Aug. 11th, 2010 11:25 am
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~

like mercury blobs
they struggle to merge
blood + air
inside + out
saturating the border
obliterating this thin membrane
of skin and self

~

The Haze

Jul. 6th, 2010 02:14 pm
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~

grey goddess draped
over the sleeping city
her embrace a spell
One child chokes on her fogged breath
One man wakes in a cell

~
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~

man, dog, macaws:
evening stroll, double-time,
lest the creek repeat.


The flash flood waters have snurched back to the creek's banks, and a man walks his trussed pug along the muddy once-upon-a-time (not so very long ago) tide line. The pug bulges around the edges of his nylon safety harness but doesn't seem to mind, crab hustling so his paws don't get sucked under, while parenthesizing the man's head, a wary blue-and-gold macaw perches on each shoulder. Their interrogative beaks tick; their heads swivel like security cams; their talons clutch his ill-considered Hawaiian shirt. Quartet on guard, exit strategy set: if the waters rush back, the pug will jump, the man will catch, and the birds will rise, winging all to a realm where the wet stays put.

~

The Inspiration )
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~

extra tree limbs flex
a brown tangle in the breeze
skinned knees instead of petals
keds instead of leaves


~

I "saw" this poem on Thursday, before the storms. Now I read it and remember that idyllic calm while half a pin oak sprawls across our backyard.

Friday morning, Tweetie and I were doing art at the kitchen table. The wind rattled down a bunch of acorns and I looked out our sliding glass doors. I'd never seen wind like that before. I mean, I could almost actually see it, not just the debris it was throwing around. I thought it might be a tornado, so I started herding Tweetie to the basement. And then the pin oak...broke, right in front of me. A wall of green and branches slow-motion collapsed.

Fortunately, the ash tree I've always worried about coming down and taking out the power lines caught the oak and kept it from demolishing the fence and power lines, despite the 60+ mph winds.

Now J is calling tree services and is bemused by how few use email or have websites. Duh, J.

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~

Two canine castaways
take refuge in a purse.
They've never liked the boho look;
they think they might be cursed.
"The flood was bad enough," says one.
"But this rescue's even worse!"


~

This poem inspired by our flash floods earlier this week, specifically a picture in our local paper (second in the slideshow), which is actually pretty sad. So of course I had to make it funny. Perversion or self-defense mechanism, IDK. And is that a demotivational poster frame or what?
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~

tourists churn,
stymied at the mouth
of the cave,
its teeth clenched

~

State Department of Natural Resource (DNR) officials have ordered the closure of State-owned caves which are used by bats for hibernation in order to help slow a disease known as white-nose syndrome (WNS). The syndrome is killing bats across the eastern half of the United States and now has been discovered as close as Missouri. Starr’s Cave is among the list of caves required to close until further notice...

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~

I am the finder of lost things
that nobody's missing

the jacketed razor blade by the firewood pile
the little black knob with no discernible purpose and left
   on the nightstand
the toothpick-sized spoke (pinched at one end)
   discarded on the steamer trunk

I point these out but leave them undisturbed
unclaimed in random peace
because I'm a lost thing too
and I'm not missing nobody

~
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~

Across the Mississippi
a radio tower strobes
its message
a patient semaphore
that I don't understand
I try
I find myself blinking
in sync with its stoic beat
but a haze of gnats
mirages mid-distance
and I'm distracted by
the abstract sunset
and a firefly fell
in my gin n tonic
Later a boat spins
a spotlight over the waves
a white highlighter over
the night-opaqued text
and maybe that's what the tower
meant to say,
but I don't understand that
either.


~

The house we're staying at is on the bluffs of the Mississippi River. I saw my first fireflies of the season last night. And obviously a radio tower. And a suspicious boat. And my friends and I were discussing "ideas of reference."

~
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It took me nearly a year from the time [livejournal.com profile] selfavowedgeek wrote "that's the title of your next poem, right there" but here it is. One version anyway. ;)

~


chrome and lilacs
our motorcycles zoom through
spring's finish line


~


I love the internet. Here's a pic by Chuck Schultz of a black Marusho Lilac flat-twin engine motorcycle (maybe a 1964?), taken at the Barber Vintage Motorsports Museum in Alabama.



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~

tropical sock, ditched
palm trees and flamingos fade
in the prodigal sun

~


I saw this sock on my wild wild walk of Sunday.

Yesterday I got to read under the shade of a pine tree, with my bare feet in the cool, plush grass. Divine!

~

In Public!

Feb. 1st, 2010 05:26 pm
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The deadline for Iowa City's Poetry in Public project is this week, and I have no idea what to submit. I would like to sub something from my poem-a-day series. The poem must be fewer than 10 lines and suitable for public display. Last year I shared a cinquain about my bad gardening. Obviously fun(ny) is better than morose for this venue, mainstream better than genre...I don't see a lot of love poems...

Any suggestions?
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~

goose with a snood
porch tchotchke
gone too far

~
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In haiku, a kigo is a word or phrase that indicates season. In the Midwest, some kigo for autumn might be pumpkin, scarecrow, maple, mums, apples, football, frost, homecoming, harvest, hedge apples, and so on. I experimented with the kigo wet leaves.


~

wet leaves
decoupage the streets:
Road Work Artwork Ahead.


~



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~


the fog slobbers
over pavement, rolls in ditches,
marking its turf



~
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Ok, so please forgive my ongoing fascination with the local fog. I grew up in South Texas and I've never seen anything like this creeping, crawling, mysteriously seductive substance.


~


beaded curtain
of blowing fog: less barrier
than beguiler



~
cafenowhere: coffee cup with sugar packets that read WTF (Yummy!)

Alas, it's not big enough to make the Zombie World News, but zack activity has made headlines in Iowa.

Iowa City's Fourth Annual Zombie Walk had a surprisingly large turnout. Participants raised over $1000 dollars and about 70 pounds of food for local charities, as befits our city's progressive attitudes--even our zombies are liberal.

And Iowa Public Radio reported on Jon Palestini's Nightmare City Apparel, a Des Moines-based company that has produced a small line of zombie t-shirts and presented them in fashion shows. I like the "ZOMG" design.



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