colder
than the
forecast hot -
build a morning fire,
sweating
than the
forecast hot -
build a morning fire,
sweating
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
seasonal stirrings
John put gas in the tank
of the contract water wagon -
for the first time since
we signed the on-call contract.
fire, fire! everywhere else!
like some years, we wait
for dispatch, like others
we sit in the dirt and smoke.
a lean year for the hand and
engine crews - but fall
is coming, as long as
winter doesn’t get here first.
of the contract water wagon -
for the first time since
we signed the on-call contract.
fire, fire! everywhere else!
like some years, we wait
for dispatch, like others
we sit in the dirt and smoke.
a lean year for the hand and
engine crews - but fall
is coming, as long as
winter doesn’t get here first.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
my address
box on a fencepost,
bunch of rocks lying around
below Iwetemlaykin, dit dit dit dit
*Iwetemlakin means at the food of the lake. The old name for the Joseph area is Hah-um-sah-pah ... bunch of rocks lying around.
bunch of rocks lying around
below Iwetemlaykin, dit dit dit dit
*Iwetemlakin means at the food of the lake. The old name for the Joseph area is Hah-um-sah-pah ... bunch of rocks lying around.
low hopes
the day the rain fell
from a cloudless sky
the neighbor said,
“this can’t be happening."
funny thing, but it does.
the day the wild creatures
rambled into town, the paper said,
“this shan’t be happening!”
but thank goodness! it did. the day
the good guys met the bad guys,
nothing much happened...
(and neither knew which was who).
perhaps tomorrow another
impossible thing will happen.
you never know until
“what happened couldn’t be.”
from a cloudless sky
the neighbor said,
“this can’t be happening."
funny thing, but it does.
the day the wild creatures
rambled into town, the paper said,
“this shan’t be happening!”
but thank goodness! it did. the day
the good guys met the bad guys,
nothing much happened...
(and neither knew which was who).
perhaps tomorrow another
impossible thing will happen.
you never know until
“what happened couldn’t be.”
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
last day of August
well, it looks like summer!
yet the snap to the morning
predicts: “fall today, and
t'other soon.” it is enough.
yet the snap to the morning
predicts: “fall today, and
t'other soon.” it is enough.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Souciant saute...
a handful of finely
chopped onion bulbs
a sprinkle of sedum
a clawful of sliced couse
a few cattail corms
sauteed and simmered
seasoned with a
scamper of squirrel or
gobbets of gopher or
a crawling of crawdads
presented in a bed of spring blooms
presented in a bed of spring blooms
bighead clover, Tolmie's onion, yellow fritillary
and seasonal greens... montia, spring beauty
a feast... fit for one who is part of the land.
r.anderson 15Mar2011
Ta'c meeywi (good morning)
the delicate thunder
of feral apples and
rain at three in the
morning. by night lightning,
a buck reaches – and
in the morning,
a fresh browse line! and
a calling card – if you
know how to read it.
the message is simple.
just a line of pellets
left behind to say,
“you know who it was
. . . yes, he was here.”
of feral apples and
rain at three in the
morning. by night lightning,
a buck reaches – and
in the morning,
a fresh browse line! and
a calling card – if you
know how to read it.
the message is simple.
just a line of pellets
left behind to say,
“you know who it was
. . . yes, he was here.”
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