ㅁ No words can survive an assault by the weather. It's raw qualia.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Month: April 2024
Caveat: Tree #1904 “출근길”
This tree anticipated spring, but six years ago, in April, 2018, along my walk to work in Goyang, South Korea.
[daily log: walking, 1km;]
Caveat: Poem #2810 “An evaluation”
ㅁ Two ducks swam to the mouth of the creek. One duck was cleaning its damp wings. The other stood and walked out. It looked around the beach: gravel strewn with stones. Quite unimpressed, it turned back, swimming north.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1903 “Fresh salmonberry leaves”
This tree noticed fresh green leaves appearing on some salmonberry shrubs.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km;]
Caveat: Poem #2809 “Keeping watch”
ㅁ It was important to confront it: this morass of uncertainty, a density of fierce doubts so unprecedented that I no longer bothered to sleep but instead vigiled nights...
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1902 “White-topped mountain”
This tree was in the foreground – a white-topped mountain with cloud is rather hard to see clearly, in the background.
[daily log: walking, 3km;]
Caveat: Poem #2808 “How it works”
ㅁ The world insists on ignoring ghosts. This is to the ghosts' benefit. It frees them to haunt at will. They can hang, unnoticed. They can poke and prod, induce visions, alter things, visit, dance.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1901 “Impending rain”
This tree was down by a river.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2807 “When is break time?”
ㅁ I just want to sit. I can read a book or draw. Otherwise, I'm tired.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1900 “A fashionable address”
This tree has a fashionable address on C Street in suburban Klawock, Alaska.
I took the car to the mechanic today, while Jan watched the store. That went okay – the car needed a seal replaced on the transfer case, and I wanted to check the front wheel bearings and ball joints and such (weird noises sometimes on cornering, and it’s been a problem before). Plus oil change, and switch out winter to summer rims.
But overall it was a horrible day, with the trip to the mechanic being the only pleasant part. The store is stressing me out – ambushed by invoices, bookkeeping problems and overwhelmed by what feels like an impossible “more money out than in” scenario. I’m experiencing “buyer’s remorse” over this project to run the store.
[daily log: walking, 6km; retailing, 7hr]
Caveat: Poem #2806 “Powerless”
ㅁ The power went out. I sat at work in the dark. Watched the parking lot.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1899 “The distance”
This tree was off in the distance, just outside of town as I drove home.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2805 “Ripples in the sea’s surface”
ㅁ Some ducks at the dock... I'm not sure what they're up to. They're making ripples.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1898 “Broke”
This tree broke.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km;]
Caveat: Poem #2804 “Snow-bow”
ㅁ The rain turned to snow. But the sun was out, shining. I saw a snow-bow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1897 “Jumping the gun”
This tree was near where I used to live in Ilsan, South Korea. I took this picture in October, 2017. It had a tendency to jump the gun on Autumn, always ahead of all the other sidewalk trees.
I experienced a motivational deficit, today.
[daily log: walking, 1km;]
Caveat: Poem #2803 “Purpose”
ㅁ The sun put in a dawn appearance, but by eight the clouds had returned. The illumination fades, and it becomes diffuse. The trees accept gloom, and meditate on purpose, on sky, earth.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1896 “Leftover snow”
This tree noticed some leftover snow.
[daily log: walking, 3km; retailing, 1hr]
Caveat: Poem #2802 “The Love Boat”
ㅁ The dream was an intractable bog. I was working on a cruise ship. There were events for seniors. I spotted someone nearby - my stepmother's face. Then she was gone. A woman told me jokes.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1895 “Fading away”
This tree saw the snow fade away.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2801 “Dominance”
ㅁ Clouds assert dominance in this locale by covering the sun and then raining.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Tree #1894 “The cowering Jeep”
This tree was towering over my cowering, ill-used Jeep.
Elmer comes in the store. We are talking about who is native, who is not, among locals on the island, here. You can’t always tell who is “native” – there’s been a lot of mixing over the generations, so it mostly has to do with enrollment in a tribal group, appearance doesn’t always tell you a lot about a person’s status as a native. Anyway, somewhat out of the blue, Elmer says, “You know, Richard Nixon was Tlingit.” I said, “Oh really, how’s that?” Elmer, not missing a beat, says, holds his two hands up in the “double peace sign” and says, “I am NOT a crook.” This, somehow, proves that Nixon was a Tlingit.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2800 “Not Spring yet”
ㅁ Light arrives earlier and earlier... but last night we got some fresh April snow.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Tree #1893 “A belated April Fools”
This tree wished me a belated April Fools day as I drove home from work on the famous PSN expressway (dirt road).
Yikes. This morning, when I’d arrived at work, Arthur called me. This is quite rare, that he will call me at work. The reason he called me: he couldn’t figure out how to turn on the TV. This felt a bit alarming. I guess I should feel relief that I’ve made it super easy for him to call me at the store, programming it into the house phone on a speed dial setting.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2799 “Attitudes”
ㅁ Birds announce attitudes with their strange songs. It's enough to wake you up each morning.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Tree #1892 “Giant city”
This tree was behind a dumpster proudly owned by the CITY OF CRAIG. It’s a giant city, population, 1000.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2798 “From the west”
ㅁ Unexpectedly, the wind crafted some white crests on the waiting sea.
– a pseudo-haiku.