little miracle

 

This morning I stuck my corer into a honey crisp apple and the apple popped open in two exact halves. I have cored billions of apples in my day and this has never before happened. Remarkable!

Pig and farm report

 

Beneath a marzipan night sky

Have you ever seen a blooming snake plant? The flowers smell exactly like Easter lilies miniature Easter lilies. I was so proud of myself for growing something so unusual so rare until I looked up what causes snake plants to bloom. Sheer neglect apparently. Stress. Anxiety. Fear. Trepidation. I didn't water it enough. I didn't dust its swordy leaves. I probably swore at it a time or two or refused to sing to it altogether. I may have dropped something on it at one point or played it unruly music. Wore my mean face. Maybe I loved my watermelon peperomia more. But there it is. Flowering (or cowering in fear of me probably) smelling altogether lovely and holding us all together. Haha kidding! None of us are held together in this house except perhaps Queen Jupiter.

The last time I was here we were all still reeling from the death of my son's girlfriend. We have not recovered though we are moving forward. My son is here too much though he is going back to the orchard Thursday to work. In a lucky turn of events his best friend from childhood as moved out here to the island. I relish the idea of sheer privacy and time to myself. In the meantime we are both vaxxed and boosted and still wearing masks. I have not reinserted myself back into the world at large. I may never though I go the grocery store and to the doctor when I am forced to. The dentist is another conversation. It turns out my measly 2 thousand dollars isn't enough for dentures and now my teeth are shedding their skins like tree bark. Covid has been a disaster for we the mentally ill we the inverted we the reclusive we the shudderers and shakers we the dreamers beneath a marzipan night sky.

The owls and eagles are molting and are therefore crabbier than usual. I see them giving me the stink eye when I approach them at the state park. The daffodil fields are drenched in yellow. The frogs are frogging the birds are tweet tweeting. On the television a man asks which is bigger a pancake or my head? I have been reading like a fiend now that I know the truth that reading is a joy which can disappear. I have been studying the symptoms of high functioning depression. It makes sense. Listen to my heart pounding here writing through it boomboomboom beneath a marzipan night sky.

Equinox

 

Have I forgot how to write? How to push my fingers onto keys how to read how to wring dry magic from a shrove biscuit how to see how to watch the horizon how to divine pea tendrils how to stuff my guts into a bag and throw the bag over the bridge into the Skagit river? Have I forgot how to dance at dawn in my stupid nightgown how to breathe underwater how to rustle my gills how to shed my flight feathers how to outgrow my skeleton? Have I forgot how to bake how to drive how to clean how to plant how to be human here and there and someday there?

Hello hello Darklings. I have been far and wide. The inside of my mouth is dry a burden but not a regret. I might remember how to navigate. Today the island exploded with yellow the daffodils have been here but the forsythia arrived overnight. There is too much now to say and so I dip my crushed left great toe in to test. There is too much to say that has gone unsaid and so here I am dipping my toe in the ocean here I am saying hello! Hello! Are you there?

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Panic diary 1

Mushrooms hold their spongy heads as I pass
there goes weeper in her boots and mask
my heart explodes (again) milk shivers 
spring lamb spills her body a blood container
shivering in the grass so wet and beautiful
when two humans slow dance to no music
tomorrow is Bach's birthday one breathes revolution
the slow version dancing alone in my kitchen in bare feet