What passive violence we allow (draft)

a strange humidity in the house--
a cat gut glutted with grass
i will permit this
stink and judgement
this etc of sounds
that all sound like
hello
an awful start I can only tell

you

that something is building,
not what, where
something that won't allow
me to loose the muscles
of my shoulders this is a quiet
poem, full of timid
things, like the belly hair I shave,

more, more, more, yeah yeah yeah
where's a cigarette

Unsaid!

"Scouts" is gonna be in the next issue of Unsaid! I can't tell you how excited I am about this. My hero, Anne Carson, has been published in Unsaid. It makes me giddy.

Thursday night, Friday night, Sunday night

A Mexican crow/hawk called a Caracara in front of a defused U-238 atom

A PET scan of the brain.

I am going to eat this

Broccoli Romanesco
ordered the seeds from Cooks Garden

Weekend, what weekend? I don't remember Friday. I think I feel asleep on the couch in front of the fire. Saturday I wrote and wrote. And painted the house. Sunday-- the reading! An awesome crowd of friends, wonderful support. Earlier I rode my bike for the first time this season. I got sunburned. Only nine miles-- but mostly hills. Then pruning the rose hips, deadheading the chicken and hens, bagging up leaves. Larisa Shepitko's The Ascent (glad Bigelow won for a war film)this wild Russian should have won in 1977, what's wrong with the Academy?


I cannot wait to start the growing.

And, Afterward

The first two pages of the project: Joe Young (left) and me (right). Please click here to see all of the updates.

Thank you, Joe, for being the first to contribute.