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11 April 2011 @ 04:53 pm
He went out seeking
the pasque flowers of spring
on the hillsides.
He was mine
but he was not mine,
his feet among the thatch.
He went out walking
in the bluffs that were my homeland,
no longer my home,
but his.
I was not his
but I was his,
my thoughts among the herons,
my heart among the oak.
The floodplain belongs to the river,
no matter the span between floods.
The river etches its face
into the silt of the floodplain,
and the sculpture of its current
can never be erased
from the geometry
of the channel.
01 February 2010 @ 03:32 pm
I think about the lead shot in your body
every day,
spray of a hundred dull ingots
nestled into muscle and organs.
Veins and tendons
whistle past
these pewter nebula;
leachates traveling
their secret paths
like tramps awake on trains
bound for unknown destinations.
Leaden constellations
rise on the horizon
of your glistening viscera.
To what corners of your body
do these metallic stars go singing?
22 September 2009 @ 02:15 pm
When autumn knocks me to the leaf-strewn ground
with a full-body tackle,
how can I help but sit on the front step in the morning sunlight, dazed,
with a warm cup of coffee
and my head in a cloud of poetry?
10 October 2008 @ 08:37 pm

maples on fire
DJ Makeout King is a sweaty bike slob
be suspicious of old men with pinky rings
check out Trader Joe's for dumpstering
women + bikes + striped clothing = hot (I <3 Mpls)
Flat Earth Tripel = yummmm
Current Location: Minneapolis
Current Mood: ecstaticbouyant
05 October 2008 @ 10:02 pm
winter gathers
at the periphery
of the horizon
15 June 2008 @ 04:39 pm

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Current Location: Northland Sheep Dairy
Current Mood: enthralledenthralled
01 May 2008 @ 02:35 pm
day lily stems are edible. Andy fried them with sesame seeds, paprika, and other spices, but still crunchy. mmm.

read more at our bike tour journal.
20 April 2008 @ 09:24 pm
We have several posts and lots of pictures up at our bicycle tour journal:


Check it out!
Current Location: Kill Devil Hills, NC
04 April 2008 @ 09:42 am
 It's a lucky woman who can say she loves her homeland best. 

On the ride home last night:

Ah, Winona, I shall miss you. 

View of town from my dad's house:

Recently, I saw two people moving a canoe with a bicycle! Andy said, "My favorite modes of transportation... combined!"

Current Mood: amusedamused
02 April 2008 @ 05:08 pm
for Sarah, who is my bluff-sister,

These days
the river cloaks herself
in deep blue storm clouds,
backlit by golden sunshine,
offering up
great belly-laughs of thunder.

The valley awakens,
remembering her winter dreams,
weaving them into
swelling buds
and rising streams.

Across deep mist,
backwater islands host
brash silver maples
unfurling their crimson flowers
despite threats of snow.

The scent of stiring soil
hints at the secret ceremonies
of earthworms and fungi
as they prepare for spring's banquet.

All the bluff people
await the arrival
of the first robin...
dozens arrive suddenly
with egg-fat bellies
to join the rising chorus
of early songbirds,
and soon enough,
spring peepers!