poetry

fresh fruit ice cream

fresh fruit ice cream

scoop after scoop
of vanilla ice cream
plus my chosen raspberries
smooshed together
to a luscious pink rope
of cold sweet fatty bliss
dropped on top
of a crunchy waffle cone
all because Cedar
passed fourth grade math

poetry

250 years ago

250 years ago

James Douglas 14th Earl of Morton
begs for mercy, restraint, peaceful contact:

Exercise the utmost patience [and] respect for the Natives…shedding the blood of these people is a crime of the highest nature…every effort should be made to avoid violence; if it becomes inevitable then [they] should be treated with distinguished humanity, [so] the Crew still considers them as Lords of the Country

this is a scientific endeavor
tracking Venus’s transit across the sun
establishing our exact place
in the scheme of things
it’s a boat full of scientists
and the Royal Society of London
guards against making men murderers
reminds them to be civil

and
almost immediately, they kill

Te Maro lies splayed on the sand –
these studious men prove
no better than conquistadors
and it all adds up to the same story again:
arrival means death

poetry

Tuhuroa

Tuhuroa

slate on grey on white
ocean rock cloud
stacked in antediluvian layers
disappearing into sky
wind whips and a seal pup slides
belly against sand

you can feel the bridge here
earth/sky water/land
forms always departing
too soon after manifesting
dissolving into mist and cloud
gone

poetry

5.4 64km 11:45pm

5.4 64km 11:45pm

first the moth flinging himself at the pane
becomes a stiff wind
then the gust gathers
becomes a truck going by on the road behind
but then the rattle’s in front, too –
have truck and wind teamed up?
no, it keeps growing all around at once
quite unlike any truck
then you realize what it is
when everything moves at once:
earthquake

poetry

dormitory room

dormitory room

in the sleeping room
bodies stay busy
minds turned out to shake
gallop eat daisies and peer at sky
make whatever worlds they will
bodies stay home
limbs heavy
but blood pulsing, lungs pumping,
mouths restless, straining to speak
air squeezing in and out of all
the little face holes
the dark unknowing hours mumble by
one exhalation at a time