ㅁ I raged while dreaming, demanding some solution to cloudy problems.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #1443 “Fishing and catching”
Caveat: Poem #1442 “Inside the greenhouse”
Caveat: Poem #1441 “Always a bit awkward”
Caveat: Poem #1440 “Cruel fate”
Caveat: Poem #1439 “Twenty-first stanza”
ㅁ Kiamon sat by the lakeshore and watched: wind-woven waves biting stones where they touched, trees overseeing the greenness and breeze, clouds climbing skies with magnificent ease.
Caveat: Poem #1438 “Knowing delicious”
Caveat: Poem #1437 “Brief ode to a future treehouse”
Caveat: Poem #1436 “I’ll get over it”
ㅁ I've not been in a good mood lately. The sky feels heavy and brooding. Uncles toss profanities. Birds force their cheerfulness. Tomato plants climb. Slugs cross stairways. Dampness dwells. Time stops. Dawn...
Caveat: Poem #1435 “Important dialogue”
Caveat: Poem #1434 “As seas will do”
Caveat: Poem #1433 “The bugs’ intentions”
Caveat: Poem #1432 “Nature sometimes looks back”
Caveat: Poem #1431 “Twentieth stanza”
ㅁ Not-a-Wolf wielded a sixgun and knife, Lived like he didn't much value his life. Soldiers pursued him through sun and through snow, Never once thinking to just let him go.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter. Luc Not-a-Wolf is a character in a story I sometimes work on, which takes place in the imaginary land of Makaska. He is Kiamon’s great-great grandfather.
Caveat: Poem #1430 “Labor before plan”
Caveat: Poem #1429 “Gazing down Eleventh Street”
Caveat: Poem #1428 “Plan for a future debate”
ㅁ Wind. Outside. Awaits me. More like a breeze. Arboreal moves. A waving of branches. Having crossed the sea, it comes. It chases bears and deer, they say. I will challenge the wind in debate.
Caveat: Poem #1427 “The slugs protagonize yet another poem”
ㅁ The slugs arrayed themselves across the road displaying spots to trucks and cars that passed. They tasted leaves and stones and felt the rain, and dodged, with careful slitherings, their fate.
Caveat: Poem #1426 “The geofictician”
Caveat: Poem #1425 “My own private temple complex”
Caveat: Poem #1424 “The official statement from the clouds”
ㅁ We, the assembled, drift and declaim: We permit your wind to bring us - a conspiracy of clouds, in collective action - to your continent. Your straining trees, your cold rocks, told us: stay.
Caveat: Poem #1423 “Switching sides”
ㅁ The deer goes westbound. I'm watching the road outside. Then the bear goes east.
Caveat: Poem #1422 “The land of the midday overcast”
ㅁ The solstice here means not much darkness. There's sunset twilight at midnight. At three the dawn twilight comes. I am awake at three? Sometimes I wake up. Thinking strange things. Counting ghosts. Doubting. Time.
Caveat: Poem #1421 “Culinary announcement”
Caveat: Poem #1420 “The cartographers’ folly”
ㅁ The arbitrary placement of mountains is nonsense: complacent cartographers' debasement for simple entertainment.
Caveat: Poem #1419 “Over on the north side”
Caveat: Poem #1418 “Safe and sound”
Caveat: Poem #1417 “Finch”
ㅁ The finch decides to scale my window's screen and tilts its yellow stripes to left and right.
Caveat: Poem #1416 “Repetition makes it true”
Caveat: Poem #1415 “Indeterminate materials”
ㅁ I made a tower of stones. They reached up. One rock was cup-shaped - or bone- - can't be known.
Caveat: Poem #1414 “The ephemerality of stones”
ㅁ The stones compelled the sky to pull aside, besieging time itself and standing ground. But time had better plans: it had prepared for waiting out the stones, and pulled them down.
Caveat: Poem #1413 “The potentiality of stones”
Caveat: Poem #1412 “A diagram of my garden”
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small carrots growing radishes expansionist lettuce
bold vegetables
black soil damp sand mildewy stones
fertile earth
buzzing bees hovering gnats stealthy mosquitoes
industrious worms
the greenhouse
shelters
the young plants
and provides
a space
to grow
and flourish
still air hanging sun passing clouds
coming rain