Sa Lun Gul

(Grand Rapids, 2012)

I want to write
Poems you can dance to.

Or to fall asleep while
Making love to a man
With slow hands and dream
Of rip-tides and water.

Then again, forget
The dancing.

A driving beat will do.
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

Of Late

I have been elsewhere, of late, working, shape shifting, and doing various other nefarious things, such as living. It all takes time. And 5 hour energy drinks. And a good fitting bra. I hope to be lazier and shapelier and writier soon, but we'll see what happens. Life is distracting. The poppies are in full bloom.

The Creator

(aka The F'ing Genius)

A. Well, obviously, being a talented person, as I am, of course I take note of what other people are doing, but nevertheless my ideas are, you know -- take -- definitely are paramount to the final product that comes to fruitions, always.

Word(s)

Q. When he told you that he grabbed her butt, did you ask him why he chose to respond in that way?
A. If I may?
Q. Yeah.
A. Thank you. I asked the defendant if he thought it was appropriate to grab someone on the buttock. He said he is no good with words. He just jumps directly to the point.

Oops

Awake Come The Snakes

Woods

Anomalies

The blog is a little time capsule, able to reveal the most interesting things. The weather, for instance, albeit circuitously. April 27, 2011, the waterlilies in my rain barrels broke the surface. Fast forward to 2012, waterlilies showing up on March 18. They're six weeks early. Everything, in fact, is early. Toads and spiders. Bumblebees. Muscrats with their nookie. The premature swelling of a pair of tender pear trees. All anomalies. Nothing to hang your hat on. I'm watching the quality of light bathing all this preternatural green. I'm wondering what flowers will be left to blossom when it's really spring.

I'm Holding

Your face in my hands like a question.

Slow imbroglio.

Homestead Day

We established our first annual Homestead Day.

Spencer & Tom (tying up hops in cheesecloth.)
Gene boiling maple sap.


Brittany, Dylan & Felice



Elimae

Mary sewing up our homegrown hops.

Spencer grinding grain.

Dylan wondering what the hell is going on.

Adding the grain to the maple sap.

So innocent looking.

Now the malt.

Mad scientist.

What have we done?!

Yeast and coffee for the wart.

Daisy Dog says now we wait for six to eight weeks.

Then we'll bottle the Lumberjack Beer.

Stay tuned.