I SHOW NOTHING
I say nothing.
And they say
Come and sit with us.
They say they have some new things
They say they wish to show me
To show us
All of us.
They wish nothing
But to show these things.
I show nothing.
And they say
Come and sit with us.
We are planning
For all of you.
I see their eyes.
I see their eyes and
How they look.
How they feel
Is in their eyes.
I’m not feeling
Especially well this morning.
I say nothing. I show nothing.
I show nothing.
For painting: no new friends by Corinne Forrester
Shh! (Tandem Kayak & Alligator Nest)
Paddling, searching for birds in the sky—glancing down, see first just one liquid eye.
Backward can save us—that’s what paddles are for—this Mommy looks like a dinosaur.
Puncturating dentition needs just a little shove,
Hacksaws forensic odontologists could love.
Mechanized propulsion, like a barge-and-tow,
Baking death rolls for breakfast. Setting on Low.
Mommy alligator’s look-alike is a log—her alligator-snack looks a bit like our dog.
Any creature fooled, that day is his last—Mommy alligator’s amazing surprise is, she’s fast.
Her antediluvian corrugated luggage skin,
Mouth frozen in Joker’s despair-filled grin,
Low-flexed limbs unsuitable for huggage,
Appendged onto her submarine tuggage.
Dinosaur descendents turned out quick & feathery—alligator does eggs in traditional leathery.
If you see glaring teeth & your fear never fades—the place to avoid is the Everglades.
She guards seventy eggs for sixty-five days
Oxidation incubates at eighty-six degrees.
Miniature gators will hatch one-by-one,
When a few survive, evolution has won.
Floating & boating, adventuring forth—to feel safe and serene, Let’s try paddling up North!
Keep in mind her favorite direction is South–trust me, you’ll remember the alligator’s mouth.
Deep inside the vegetative decomposing nest
Her leather-smooth eggs gestate best.
Within a brain reptilian, like some servo-drive
On autopilot, rumbles something like her Love.
Painting: Lurking by Wendell Graham
The Kite string tied to my backbone
Runs through my heart
Out my chest piercing easily all
Muscle of bone.
And it tugs up
And the little boy
Already looks away
And the blond brother
He’ll follow too.
And one is a teacher
And one a builder
Always teaching me.
Painting: Yesterday Is So Far Away by Ron Gallo
IN HER ILLUMINATED MANUSCRIPTS OF TIME
In her illuminated manuscripts of time
Leap her thoughts-prayers-wonderings.
Her heart leaps for the little one
Perhaps it was a struggle
Perhaps it was all a struggle
The not not-knowing.
Or perhaps a shock
The shock of wondering
The shock of waiting
The shock of counting
The shock of wondering-why.
But now is the now
This is the when
The how is coming
Painting: The Mystic by Catherine Lucas
I already know all the tricks
I already know all the tricks to do for a treat so you dont really have to say them one at a time its so much faster if you just let me run through all of them and get it over with anyone walking on a public sidewalk is on their way to play with me yeah I like to roll in stuff that smells but its got to smell good not sure how they do it but raccoon poop smells really really good
stella lives in a house next door shes a lab but thats okay the best game in the world is chasing stella it only takes stella 0.3 seconds to scoot under the fence and into my yard if I can see her hear her or smell her I know stella wants to play chase there are two good shows on window t-v the squirrel show is the best and the songbird hour is good too the other shows are all pretty boring if you throw up some of your food its no big deal it still tastes good
meat is the best chicken is the best meat except turkey turkey is even better really theyre all good all the meats are good sure I know there’s a box of dog treats in the bottom cabinet but I don’t make a big deal out of it tissues used tissues in a waste basket why would anyone ever throw those away they’re so good
the only thing better than a ball is a ball that is in your mouth if he stands up from a chair hes probably heading outside to play ball with me if he forgets I remind him its always good to be in the same room with people if youre in that room then be right next to them and if youre next to them then the best is leaning on them he likes to sit on the couch with his legs out and his feet on the coffee table and if you lay on his legs and tuck your nose between his knees its just about perfect
once you poop in the yard you should scratch some of the grass around so it flies in the air just to make a bigger deal out of it and sticks those cant be allowed to just wallow around all over the place youve got to show them whos boss
never been a big fan of a bath and don’t get me started on the vet
For painting: Regan Image I by Rick Plasters
Your Dark Hair Drew Me
Your dark hair drew me
Your dark hair like Scheherazade’s
Do you know Scheherazade?
Do you know her stories
Scheherazade wove stories in her night
Under pain of death
Yet her own heart was light
So I think she knew
Don’t you think she knew?
That there is only one day
Every day is the one day
That we all see one day
One day that could be the last
As long as it isn’t the last
Then we spend it
We spend it not knowing if it’s the last
Until it is.
We spend it on songs
We spend it on what strikes us,
Something always strikes us from above
Here you are
Painting: Conversations (02) by: Martin Dunn
MY MOTHER LEFT US PUZZLES
My mother left us
My mother died on Feb 5
And I wasn’t there.
My brother had to do the deeds
They weren’t much
Mostly to stand I think
In her garage
She was almost ninety
Just two months shy.
Born the same day as Audrey Hepburn
Who’d died in ’93.
You go through her things
And she’d left us crosswords.
In a brown paper sack.
They were all Sunday Tribune,
Half-finished though some were complete.
But she knew we liked the other puzzles
The ones she skipped.
We’ve been working them.
It’s been a year.
They are written in her pencil.
We’re trying our best
To work through them.
Painting: Leaves of Time by Brooke Anderson