is a death cult.
life,
is for the alive.
Month: September 2024
astronaut
if it weren’t for here
i wouldn’t be here
i couldn’t be there
or anywhere
else
among
aliens
robust in joyful denial
robust with joyful apathy
and here,
even still,
i am at risk
of floating away
like an astronaut
on a space walk
i use tether and carabiner
to travel now
out on that wire, i view the world from above, with its steel exoskeleton and hollowed-out core
it’s hard to find any natural or human anchorage
i search for a meadow, south of a ramshackle farm house, along a red dirt road, and hand over hand, i pull myself back down, back in, for a while
to be
held in
Continue reading “astronaut”Neith
after weeks of near-drought, there came a life-bringing rainstorm,
and so Neith from her realms, overnight, joined in world-building, world-weaving with her Earthly kin
laying gossamer highway across the tree canopy, the meadow and the garden — an autumnal garland, glistening in the september morning light, heralding equinox
Becky
she insisted we roll the car windows down
while the a/c was cranking
and she just kept it cranking
in her mid 90s silvery Saturn sedan,
second-hand from her parents,
three little boys crammed in the back seat
a baby girl not yet in her belly,
as we drove down the Kennedy, then the Dan Ryan, heading to the Skyway
for our weekly day-trip
to the southwest Michigan coast
our cooler stuffed with tarragon chicken salad sandwiches for us, fried chicken drumsticks for them, at least two pounds of black cherries, pickles, diet cokes, limes, and capri-suns — the box of white cheddar cheez-its hardly ever made it all the way to the Warren Dunes on the ride from Chicago
for the Lake, the beach, the inlet hike to the clay pit,
the Dune climb, always hoping for some gentle, yellow-flag waves, and the long, eastern time-zone Sun’set over platinum blue water
perplexed, delighted by this novelness, by her unconvention:
a/c on our skin — and summer air blowing in our hair?
Continue reading “Becky”institutional knowledge
another part of mourning, an enduring part of mourning:
the loss of the “institutional knowledge” of you that they alone held, documented and archived;
when
a life-long, childhood or early adulthood friend
a beloved mother, or grandmother, or father,
a harmonious sibling, a close cousin
a long-time lover,
a partner in a long marriage, officiated — or not
a child whom you birthed or raised and who may have also birthed or raised you, have mercy.
when, those relationships become one-sided through death — or other endings,
not only are they gone,
Continue reading “institutional knowledge”
the limineen | earthling, poet & crone 