vircapio-gale
!i!i!i! i like to type until the dawn is just about to give itself to day, and stand breathing in that new freshness of the world. i like to read poems aloud until my throat is scratchy and my heart feels wise again. i like to rush through the only sonata i know until my hands cramp up, and inspiration lives in my toes--to walk until my feet are numb, and i float at every mountain summit; to climb evergreens in the rain, and garden naked in the sun; to hug a rock against my belly while the sea floor hugs me back, gazing up at dancing rising suns; to sleep after i've danced myself {[awake again] .i!i!i!i
~
a dove's dream,
cooing warmth of
Spring's root-thaw
~
reeds, woods in the wind--
i sign a freedom-from
the seas, the fires
~
intertwining vines --
i thirst side to side
down the brittle path
Jan 28, 2024
Jan 28, 2024 at 9:29 AM UTC
flowers wilting
over days, seasons ---
. a bear leaps past
.
.
.
.
*the barn porch
with its many snow shovels~
cat's paws in the snow*
Jan 28, 2024
Jan 28, 2024 at 9:23 AM UTC
my kindness has now been commodified
whereas before it triggered hate
--seen as weakness, as cruelty's plaything--
still, i saturate to what extent i can
my daily happy-dance with honest friendship,
compassion's ease, delight and pet-store equipoise.
yet my sincerity is sloganed, emptied of its worth:
trained to say 'rewards program' in stead of 'membership, account';
'guests' in stead of 'customers'
'team-players' in stead of 'employees'
'long-term relationships' as first and foremost mission statement's goal--
slither-scripted to promote a highest bottom line
as language euphemizes baby mice as 'pinkies,
fuzzies, hoppers': 'feeders' for a petted multitude
of scaly, fang-ed maws.
pre-thanksgiving christmas-trees
on either side of automatic double-doors--
styro-snowflakes hung
by wrapping-papered end-cap shelves on sale
to swipe our plastics to a higher debt--
to tinsel out the shame of maybe giving less?
reminding 'gift-time soon' and 'this could be a gift'
to ward off never having given childhood its due?
or of being less than cheerful
at incessant jingled tunes?
november fifth--decorations up;
guy fawkes night of trick-or-treater-candies
tweeting hallowed flu-shots
as my manager in elf-cap-antlers squeals in glee:
says she starts promoting christmas back in august.
i tell her that's appropriate!
given jesus was perhaps born in august.
says she didn't memorize the bible.
i tell her that part was left out anyway--
i don't mention the holiday's titular meaning;
or the waiting gnostic manger,
royal transhistoric camels,
mary on her donkey, joseph's wind-blown face
las posadas... the loneliness of exile
O mary... in her starlit tears of unknown pain and joy--
the unremitting love for barnfloor bodyheat,
todos santos
nonhominin humanity...
earthling rights day
a stranger's kindnesses
of yule-tide warmth and evergreen,
solstice-fulcrum festivals of lights
veteran's day's existential loss
and bureaucratic selfhoods shelved;
gurpurb at a gurdwara
the martyrdom of guru tegh bahadur
the garifuna settlement day
the tazaungdaing festival
fasting over christian as well as buddhist lent
the five days of deepawali, diwali:
bodhi day
découverte d'haïti and vertières
jamhuri day
chalica
zamenhof day
sadeh
pancha ganapati
malkh
soyal
mithras day
osiris, adonis and dionysus day (all dec. 25th)
humanlight
--republic day! national day! and proclamation day!
in the maldives, brazil, northern cyprus, chad, yugoslavia;
in the central african republic, burkina faso, kenya, malta, kazakhstan, niger, south sudan...
chahrshanbeh soori
modraniht
the dongzhì festival
the saturnalia of pagans (lit. "country dwellers"; "those of the heath")
dies natalis solis invicti
newtonmas
kwanzaa
watch night
hanukkah
boxing day
malanka
the day of goodwill
wren's day
quaid-e-azam's day
yeni il
guru govind singh jayanti
international solidarity day of azerbaijanis
fête du vodoun
hogmanay
Iemanjá
darwin day
milad-un-nabi
lohri
pesach
chocolate-egg-laying fertile-bunny-day-- or ishtar day
butter week, crepe week, or cheesefare week-- or maslenitsa
Jan 27, 2024
Jan 27, 2024 at 8:53 PM UTC
Ramayana lines
fire arrows at my soul >
palm leaves fall in milk
.
Jan 27, 2024
Jan 27, 2024 at 8:23 PM UTC
my new guide asks,
where(fore)'s the water?
they point, she points
.
Jan 27, 2024
Jan 27, 2024 at 7:58 PM UTC
*sundogs past the vale --
late Spring's changing wind atop
the same, sturdy tent
bald mountain rains--
the worms retreat
with every step
'
sunset river-bat~
i stand deaf on the loud shore,
with star and crescent moon
'
Spring-summer fronts ~
tornado siren, trains;
owls on the edge
the French Broad's roar
doesn't drown the bass across--
campsites decay*
pristine pristineness~
comparing filth with (to less) filth,
unnatural taste
'
*individual--
tree, then mycelial port,
ants, woodpecker feast.
earth, life, openness;
a walking-staff's thud.
~
water's tone
over three leaves~
a steady stream
~
mountain spring of Spring--
a higher note is struck
in flowing free
shady water source--
salamander audience
of fullness' ease
mountain nooks in bloom--
univied cradles pause,
contact deeper breath
~
almost summer--
a level ridge
stretches our backs
~
growls in the Spring dark--
a large rodent returns home
to unwelcome guests.
Spring lushness--
mountain sunrays glide north
as we climb
woodpecker echoes ~
the empty forest vibrates
my growing hunger
~
*
Jan 26, 2024
Jan 26, 2024 at 1:35 PM UTC
today i die and far away winds may blow, lifting kites children hold while running.
On the sand.
.
Jan 26, 2024
Jan 26, 2024 at 1:30 PM UTC
barkless willow,
bedding a dry stream--
fox graves curled
.
Jan 26, 2024
Jan 26, 2024 at 12:03 PM UTC
Red bark, weeping--
Fox prints in mist bridge
a Spring stream.
Is the Turtle's snap a game?
Is the Turtle's snap a game?
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Jan 26, 2024
Jan 26, 2024 at 11:59 AM UTC