They come and hold out their fingers
nearly begging for sting
they bathe and drink
feel fluttered and purified, chosen
Meanwhile there are no special acts
the bees simply wake with dew
with uncelebrated purpose
to collect and deposit,
to protect and churn
These transformations so inscrutable
while we develop theorems for resurrection
try to explain the thick golden initiations
inside our peculiar biochemistries,
and theirs
But yes
here are my fingers
Who does not want the pouring over?
the lively murmuring?
the puncture of possibility?
Who does not want streams meandering
heartside?
(5-17-08)
Monday, May 19, 2008
Colony Collapse
let x equal e
doubled and long, extending
lightless swarms heaped
wide pools of limp wings
this skyline of loss
how bloomless
how hoverless
how goldless
barely a tickle of breeze
through the fallen flowers
and silence
bitter bitter silence
(5-17-09)
doubled and long, extending
lightless swarms heaped
wide pools of limp wings
this skyline of loss
how bloomless
how hoverless
how goldless
barely a tickle of breeze
through the fallen flowers
and silence
bitter bitter silence
(5-17-09)
toforwith (the bees)
(for Bz, looking up...)
to the yellow cling and the drip, the waiting
for hexagons, pinnacles, an overflow
with want of rising
to lift, then replace "t" with silent "e," longing
for early May
with its plumpness and sting (sometimes without "t")
to reach in
for evidence: life slides easily
with bridges and breaths
to break is to gain something
for now a substance, substantial and sweet
with glow
(5-9-08)
Hum
Hum
This is the way
inside
this beating and this hum
these 6-sided chambers
these hands on wood
these hands on ache
this knife to cut
this scraper to clean
this city inside
here, an infancy
this infant inside
this brood comb
this lifting
this pouring
this bare hand
these netted eyes
this hovering
that lifts us over
this is the way
these bodies and these wings
this wet edge of knife
this dripping
this coming home yellow
this poppy pollen
this dipping
these tongue-fulls
this being birthed
this linger between sweet
this sting risk
this squeezing
this smoke
here, hold here
these gifts and recompenses
this heart swarm
this hum and this beating
this hovering
is the way
in
(5-9-08)
This is the way
inside
this beating and this hum
these 6-sided chambers
these hands on wood
these hands on ache
this knife to cut
this scraper to clean
this city inside
here, an infancy
this infant inside
this brood comb
this lifting
this pouring
this bare hand
these netted eyes
this hovering
that lifts us over
this is the way
these bodies and these wings
this wet edge of knife
this dripping
this coming home yellow
this poppy pollen
this dipping
these tongue-fulls
this being birthed
this linger between sweet
this sting risk
this squeezing
this smoke
here, hold here
these gifts and recompenses
this heart swarm
this hum and this beating
this hovering
is the way
in
(5-9-08)
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
FREE happiness
Feb. 6, 2008
Today the grrls gathered for their public literary action. Carrie made delicious cookies from the heart, Miki passed out free valentines, Morgen did a few stencil sprays, Hannah videotaped, and Ashley recruited passersby to the table with "free hugs." Some City High friends helped out with the act. A fine success! Congrats, grrls.

Hannah advertises the goods.

The cookies and the valentines!

Random acts of kindness....

Happy women with cookies!
Today the grrls gathered for their public literary action. Carrie made delicious cookies from the heart, Miki passed out free valentines, Morgen did a few stencil sprays, Hannah videotaped, and Ashley recruited passersby to the table with "free hugs." Some City High friends helped out with the act. A fine success! Congrats, grrls.

Hannah advertises the goods.

The cookies and the valentines!

Random acts of kindness....

Happy women with cookies!
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