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399

On By ©️K.T.2026In anthropocene, author, autumn, bears, bruin, Crone, Cronehood, Death, Earth hospice, Earthling, earthlings, endings, fauna, Grand Teton, grandmother, june, kin, kinship, Lament, Lamentations, Life, Life and Death, Mother, National Parks, photograph, Poem, wildlifeLeave a comment

The Queen, Mother and Grandmother Grizzly Bear,

the iconic Matriarch of Grand Teton National Park & the Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem

Monday morning, June 22, 2020,
Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming, US
The iconic and prolific female grizzly bear [399] — a mother and grandmother was in forage with her own eldest adult daughter [610] — also a mother, along with her cubs and grand cubs.

399, pictured here, who should be referred to respectfully as Grand Mother Bear, at the age of 24, in Spring of 2020 birthed four cubs [a rare, large litter no matter the age of the grizzly, but at 24, was truly astounding] was with 610, whom should be called Daughter Bear, who birthed two cubs as well.
All but two of the six cubs were mostly hidden by the deep sagebrush and dense fog.

What wild majesty to behold.
Lodged in my mind’s eye forevermore.

photo by: author

“Grizzly 399” is gone,

and this Autumn, and last, and every season in between have required so much Auden

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Hope

On By ©️K.T.2026In autumn, earthlings, Emily Dickinson, fauna, flora, kinship, Poem, poetry, reciprocity, symbiosity, wildlifeLeave a comment

one can tell a little
maybe even, a lot

about what “hope” means to someone

as the garden’s fruits and blooms
are winding down,
on verge of frost,
light or hard

in October

will they glean the last remnant of the apples and pears from the trees for sauce, butter or crisp

or will they leave them be
for
the deer,
rabbits
raccoons,
possums
or marmots

will they cut the last of their garden’s
snapdragons, borage,
zinnias, marigolds, amaranth
and bring them indoors to fill vases for their temporary gaze

or will they leave them be
that,
an errant
monarch,
red admiral,
honeybee,
moth
or hummingbird

may find
a hibernation,
migration,
or last supper
meal

a sweet sustenance
an oasis lifeline
a traveling mercy

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phenology II

On By ©️K.T.2026In autobiographical, autumn, being, biographical, climate, Climate Chaos, Climate Collapse, Crone, crone chronicles, Crone Consciousness, Cronehood, Death, Earth hospice, empire, Gaza, Genocide, Hospice, israel, kill lists, kinship, Lament, Lamentations, land, Land Back, Mother, Mother God, Motherhood, mourning, Palestine, phenology, photograph, photography, Poem, poet, poetry, Resistance, Revolution, Samsara, War, ZionismLeave a comment

lilacs re-leaf, re-bloom
in October
hummingbird moths feed,

common lilacs [Syringa vulgaris]
— not cultivars —
in unprecedented re-leaf and re-bloom
October 12, 2024


and simultaneously,

She’s un-be-coming a human be-ing

She’s destined to,

we’re destined to, too


no
need to
tell me, explain
what’s happening

as constant witness,

as constant, remote witness

to slaughter,

as constant gardener,

as constant tender,

as constant

daughter,


i see.

i recognize.

i know,

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ghosts

On By ©️K.T.2026In anthropocene, autumn, Capitalism, climate, Climate Acceptance, Climate Chaos, Climate Collapse, Colonization, Crone, crone chronicles, Crone Consciousness, Death, Dendronglow, dying, Earth, Earth hospice, Earthling, earthlings, ecocide, Funerary, Genocide, ghosts, Hospice, kin, Lament, Lamentations, Life, Life and Death, liminal, mourning, october, Poem, poetry, Sixth Mass Extinction, WarLeave a comment

if you’re seeing this, you’re alive,

though dying — no matter your age, health, relative safety, relative comfortability —

on this living, though suffering and actively dying, planet

Earthlings and Earth together in a protracted hospice

right now, in these brief years, these grief years,

we are the “ever-living ghosts of what once was”

a “was” that most all of us alive this morning have never known as lived experience — save for the untouched tribes — 10,000 Uncontacted Peoples — 10,000 unsystematized, “uncivilized”

and the Ocean, and the few, still-standing Ancient One Trees; the untouched Desert, and the Mountains — even the youngest of them — The Tetons and The Himalayas, know what it “was” to be alive.

we are mere ghosts, walking dead.

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asters, monarchs & crone

On By ©️K.T.2026In autumn, Crone, Death, fauna, flora, Life and Death, limineen, october, Poem, threshold, timeLeave a comment

i offer purple bouquets

rooted in the ground,
not dying, wasted, in vase or pot

this purple
reflected in your eyes, my eyes

monarchs married in our october gaze

we’re not long for this world, we, monarchs, asters, and crone

still, we feast, without any gluttony, waste or fear

one of us, prepares for honeymoon flight to Mexico

where marigolds and death await

later, birds with bellies filled by aster, will seed a known, unknown future

crone’s eyes full and clear, she sees it all, near and far, past, present, future, winter and spring

she is rooted too, laughing and grieving in the threshold

between death and the future, future and the death

between remnant wild and final ravagement

between time and anti-time

thousands of purple petals cascade from her crown chakra like asters //

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astronaut

On By ©️K.T.2026In PoemLeave a comment

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, held down by

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Becky

On By ©️K.T.2026In Chicago, childhood, friendship, lake michigan, Motherhood, Poem, Prose, summer, time, true things, womenLeave a comment

she insisted we roll the car windows down
even though the a/c was cranking
and she just kept it cranking all the while,

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 eastern shore of aaThe 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?

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Penny

On By ©️K.T.2026In PoemLeave a comment
an experimental poem derived
in automatic writing beyond the midnight

work steals away the days
and i miss my laziness.

i do not miss my ignorance.
i do miss my trust – my rarest treasure –
i used it all up: a life-time supply gone —

just like that!


my realism’s been distilled into a cynicism; a bitterness no syrup in the spoon can mitigate; i swallow it down.


i have a trust investment advisor now.
they tell me who to invest in, with and for:

no one?

i do miss my strong body
and his;
how it can all go to shit in an instant
how it does all go to shit in an instant:
liar. cheater. embezzler. addict. gambler.
drunk driver, ladder, mass shooter, assault, tick, cancer.

a penny for my thoughts?

— can you afford that?

my thoughts, a penny each — i am feeling generous, and extend you a discount.


so you want to be rich?

or, you want me to be poor?

i will deposit my thoughts in you,
i will spend my thoughts on you,

and you, we, love,
will be so full, so wealthy.
you, we, will never go hungry /or thirsty/
or be too cold, ever
or too hot – except intentionally

i, we, will go for broke, but not break
or, rather, let’s not break at the same time, honey;
i can go first.
no, you.

eat and drink my thoughts, and i yours.

but my pleasure is in your dessert.

i am a mouthful – a mouth-full.

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hush

On By ©️K.T.2026In AI, Fruition, israel, nightmare, Philip K. Dick, PKD, Poem, poetryLeave a comment

Israel Is A Rogue Terrorist Entity

Israel is a rogue terrorist entity. And it’s coming to a municipality near you by way of dozens of militarized cop cities — pigs trained by the IDF and Unit 8200 — empowered by algorithms and AI analyses — and the never-expiring, always-expanding Patriot Act.
So, you think you’re safe because you’re not in a paramilitary; because you’re a good type of “citizen”?
maybe you think you’ll go abroad, become an ex-pat?
but where to go, American Pariah?
you think you’re safe because
you’re not in the resistance? (yet)
you’re not an activist — against genocide? against environmental and climate destruction? against systemic injustice? (yet, yet, yet)
you’re not hungry or thirsty or homeless? (yet)
your loved one hasn’t been brutalized or executed by police or the national guard? (yet)

We are living in a

Philip K. Dick-ian World.

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the apple pickers

On By ©️K.T.2026In Animals, August, autumn, bucolia, dirt road chronicles, Earthling, earthlings, fauna, Gold, kin, outer rural, Poem, poetry, ruralia, summer, SunriseLeave a comment

when the Sun reaches the precise height
above horizon,
then arrive the tawny-bodied apple pickers and gleaners/
stilts for legs,
i count twenty limbs in tree camouflage/
bypassing the bushel and the sack
the bounty of fruit down into their bellies //

ears like SETI,
searching for sounds of hoof-less life — canine or primate in the universe
and also, for movement of my unseen, yet intense presence —my breath and pulse slowed, just above, just beyond them —

but i am not in a tree stand/ i brandish no shotgun, no ray gun ///

how rare, these ones are among us,

— among we Earthlings :

silent, gentle and elegant ///

they linger in the morning gold as it stretches West to the lake and evaporates too quick into its blues/

i linger in the dark cool of the open bedroom window, facing North

my senses also honed — and sated//

on this eve of August’s ides,

autumn has not trespassed on the summer,
but was intentionally summoned ///

apple-picker in the morning
on the eve of
August’s ides
2024