not light and light

eight-pointed buck stumbling in the dark on the side of the roadbank, he's slow-moving for it is autumn
crunching up and down the gravel an eerie hoot-howl wavers in from down the valley of the river through the pines and darkness: pondering the mailbox faeries--they are not large like angels whose wings are SO LouD black cat body out of nowhere, black angel with the trail of her black kitten ghosts wisping behind in the shadows, just out of sight
moon-sliced orange rises over pennsyl-vania state of mind/mine following nick on its heels silverywisp of a paper sun, pinky-disk wraithed with tissue-shreds of fogglers...over the Jersey banks along the Atlantic
and then it's all no good
On WKCR there is a Birdfight 89.9 but there are too many stoneloaded tractor trailers heaving and yawing us all into the pit

Shenk's Ferry, Tucquan Glen Preserve, wildflower heaven early in the spring. On the left is ragwork, miterwort or bishops' cap and wild phlox. On the right is wild geranium (or "germanium" as certain physics souls would say) and more wild phlox

Mom and me and Aunt Mary in Lancaster County; me and Arthur; has anyone seen Dennis Ludwig?

snowy river

Giant wings going down the road –or props of a windmill blades –or the wings of an angel so big.

A man points out that Security is a a type of Theartre now. It is all about feeling, It is a kabuki dance.
Three Little birds are at the door to my park
Sitting for split seconds, flinking about and away
A chickadee, a blue-grey nuthatch, a reddish wren –winter wren in the winter?


Tired a little from shoveling snow, hands burnt from photos in the snowy river banks.

The snow winds roar down up the thru our river valley the cabins hear them coming ang crouch before them
Then there is a blurry sea of drifting snow, a watery thingee to float thru

Out and across the lot of the post office, now we know what the moaning schreeching sound was, it is the scream of the wind thru things, car parts, light poles, electric wires, joined by church bells tolling and overhead roil rolling glittery swarms of stars...a clear cold cacaphony.

Kristin's Wilderness

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crow vote

hemlock crow flap, green river voting, 2 crows fly slow overhead, one near and one far.
later: black cats tripples down the road in the dampness, in the gloaming...down below the pines, unprepossessing cabins hug the ground, tiny gaps of window reveal warm orange slitts of hoarded warmth within.
exchanged the doors
made a shutter fastner
mulched the forsythia on the bank and the tamarack in the boot
picked up firewood
got the heat tape going and the furnace
covered some windows clarington rock, capped lichen and pussy toed plants

The bridge will be closed for six months and the village cut off; some people say they are not going to go around, just going to hunker down for that long

canoe-barn contra dance

Doug dancing in Willimantic, Maine, photo by Doug Plummer (another doug!)
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moose and spruce

moose and spruce,
loons, otters, rose pogonia, Great Northern Paper, helleborine galore and we learn it is an invasive, waves and wind, floating bogs, Graveyard Point, homemade rootbeer, marsh St. John's wort, some kinda pyrolla...
smartweed floats like sweet pink candy on the water as we stroke by
thunder in the distance and here is hummous, dates, and dill pickles to eat, chocolate with a love poem from Dante read aloud under cedar, spruce and fir

wooden and canvas canoes, a paddle carved by an Alexandra...biscuits, woodsmoke and rain....we have loved our journey with old and new, watery and true, trails winding round and round between labrador and missoula

North Woods Ways, Willimantic, Maine

it's all too beautiful

Little bird harassing large bird…swathes of growing corn are candy green….teasle blooms lavender…iowa, new york, tennessee, michigan, connecticut, indiana, wisconsin, rhododendron blooming in mounds of icescream…it’s all too beautiful…(

Over bridge of sighs
To rest my eyes in shades of green 
Under dreamin' spires
To Itchycoo Park, that's where I've been

What did you do there?
I got high
What did you feel there?
Well I cried
But why the tears there? 

I'll tell you why
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful

I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be niceand have fun in the sun

Tell you what I'll do (what will you do?)
I'd like to go there now with you
You can miss out school (won't that be cool)
Why go to learn the words of fools?
What will we do there?
We'll get high
What will we touch there?
We'll touch the sky
But why the tears then?
I'll tell you why

It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful

I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be nice and have fun in the sun

It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
Ha! It's all too beautiful    
ITCHYCOO PARK - Steve Marriott/Ronnie Lane

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) the neighbors' plastic newspaper mailbox explodes with shrilling baby wrens, there’s yellow mushrooms growing all over the driveway…pyrolla blooms, teaberry and whorled loosetrife (world loo strife!) the new batch of kittens (always black) have ripped the door guardian’s hair out of her braids but we’ve finally figured out the secret of the solar lamp. One of the kittens has a tan foot…hot then cold, rain then stars.

mushrooms of every shape and color except blue "shroom, shroom, shroom"

The bats protesting behind the shutters throughout the day sound like pump actions spray bottles: “squeetch, squeetch, squeetch”

Unknown animal den at Wintergreen Rock with neon mushrooms on its doorstep…seven blossoms on the teaberry "berr, berr, berr"