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fawn

On By ©️K.T. 2026In agraria, anthropocene, autobiographical, Birth, Chicago, confessional, confessional poetry, Crone, crone chronicles, Crone Consciousness, death and other endings, deer, dirt road chronicles, earthlings, ecocide, fauna, from the inner city to outer rural, heartbreak, maternity, May, Mother, Mother's Day, Motherhood, nostalgia, Poem, poet, poetry, ruralia, timeLeave a comment

yester day
i counted more than 30 birds, here
first i kept a running list in my head
then, i made a google doc to share

i didn’t even know there was an organized
bird migration count happening
until after the fact

this morning,
it finally felt
vernal
warm, new air,
a gentle breeze
the exact kind of day to find a fawn nested in the tall grasses around a mulberry or walnut tree
while her mother is off foraging

every one is being born today
every one is dying today

somewhere

it seems //

i can’t remember what it feels like to be a beloved daughter
i can’t remember what it feels like to be a loving daughter

now, repeat those sentences with the word mother instead of daughter

everything is drifting,
has drifted

everything thing is being pulled away,
has pulled away

the gravity of me is no longer enough
to hold these familiar bodies in orbit

in a system of we,
in a galaxy of us

we existed,

only on paper, i think.

but not on kodak paper — you hated photos

///

today,

on “World Migratory Bird Day”

the May Plow arrived even as every one is

gestating,
laboring,
birthing,
nesting,
laying,
nursing

birds, turtles, deer,
chipmunks,
turkeys,
geese and snakes

the timing of these men with their machines is so detached

from the cycle of Earthen life:

mothering,
laying,
arriving,
hatching,
latching,
nursing
feeding

raising and rearing.

the products of men with their machines are fertilized with phosphate, nitrogen, ammonia, urea
unironically sourced from the Fertile Crescent
shipped via the Strait of Hormuz
because their forefathers, not foremothers, strip-mined the soil of Turtle Island, barren, a hundred years or more, ago

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Mother’s Day: also a day for the children of mothers

On By ©️K.T. 2026In biographical, Crone, exposition, Home, maiden, Mother, Mother's Day, Motherhood, WomenfolkLeave a comment

motherhood and childhood are complex, complicated and heart-expanding, heart-breaking and heart-full journeys — but mostly elusive destinations, in our rose-colored or cracked rearview mirrors /

today is an exceptional day for revisiting motherhood, childhood and mother-child relationships //

Mothers’ Day, for many mothers and children often feels unbearable from physical loss or heavy with physical absence; it may be pregnant with disappointment, misunderstandings, unrealistic or unmet expectations; reminiscent of failures, judgment and estrangement;— or worse, it may be painful with the memory or ongoing experience of neglect, abuse, betrayal or disownment ///

these golden beings that we, mothers, carry and birth from our bodies and raise up with our arms and hearts into a world that is too often, dark and heavy /

mothers were once golden beings too //

mothers can be|come dark and heavy worlds too ///

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Capt. Rich

On By ©️K.T. 2026In Father, Life and DeathLeave a comment

A sweet benefit of being slightly good at impersonations is the ability to conjure people, especially the departed, into the present moment.

One way that I keep my second father, +Willie Mack Riche+ [aka Rich, Capt. Riche, Pop and Poppa — the father who majorly provided shelter/food/clothing plus eight years of parochial primary education for me], present with me after sixteen long and quick years, is to impersonate his voice and his gestures; use his expressions, his words and pronunciations; or use the actual nicknames he conferred upon people — and also ones I imagine he’d assign to those whom he would’ve likely met and known had he lived longer.

I employ at least one of these precious nuggets of his essence at least once a day — so that even my “Hound” dog Woody, who arrived nearly five years after my dad died, has a strong sense of my Pop’s animated and playful personality.

Besides the love that we gave, I think we will all ultimately be remembered by our loved ones for our adorable, hilarious or maddening affectations, intonations, phrasing, expressions and idiosyncracies.

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American Imperial Corporation Terrorism

On By ©️K.T. 2026In American Imperialism, anti-capitalism, anti-fascism, Bolivarian Revolution, Capitalism, demons, Fascism, Free Palestine, Hugo Chavez, kill lists, Nicolas Maduro, United States of America, VenezuelaLeave a comment

The capitalist-imperial reach of the unrelenting American Doctrine and Policy of war-for-profit and profit-by-war might now only be checkmated by China, Russia and North Korea.

I remain steadfast in my long-lived support for the People of Venezuela and their right to the collective ownership, stewardship, management and benefit of their nation’s wealth of land and resources — which the United States of Corporations of America, historically and contemporaneously, has thwarted through dispossession, exploitation and greed — then, following the People’s Bolivarian Revolution, through sanctions, blockades, asset-seizures and threats to Venezuelan trade partners.

The US/CIA attempted to assassinate — and eventually did slow-kill Venezuelan President Hugo Chávez; now, early this morning, They have attacked Caracas, Venezuela and couped President Nicolas Maduro, kidnapping both he and his wife under a contrived, perjured, and empty USDOJ indictment.

THIS IS INSANITY.
THIS IS STATE TERRORISM.

and, Cuba will be next.

Solidarity with the People of Venezuela.

Solidarity with the People of Cuba.

America is a violent scourge on, and an insatiable, destructive and demonic presence in the World.

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americans of empathetic, inclusive and courageous consciousness:

On By ©️K.T. 2026In anti-fascism, antifa, Authoritarian, Crone Consciousness, human being, Liberalism, liberals, Liberation, Life and Death, The Constitution, United States of America, Zone of InterestLeave a comment

Stop focusing your energy

on the effectively useless,

always selective,

always tenuous,

always exclusive,

always revocable,

First Amendment,

right now.

right fucking now.

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