kids

my children are finally, 

after four years,

going to have a visit.

i am so happy.

~~~

this heart is one of ian's

drawings.

~~~

back home, and a death

 the tiny plane, cape air,

noisy and very real

flew me back into the mountains

and adirondack lakes

 there was a tiny death

a shrew in a mousetrap

 exquisite. but not

in my cupboard

 i finished a little booklet/zine

 which i've editioned

 and may offer for sale

 if i can get my 

act together

boston stuff

i'm sitting in hannah's living room

in brookline

surrounded by librarians in waiting.

 working on homework. 

 we visited here

but couldn't see the studios

(drop ins not welcome)

 waited for this

but didn't find one

 instead found this

 anime person

looking for the holiday inn

lunch at trident

yummy.

as were the cannoli 

from mikes.

good advice

GOOD ADVICE

being naked

and knowing it.

 i am following my heart tomorrow to boston, 

on a little aeroplane

to visit my last born,

 get a hair cut, teach her tunnel books,

to be a mom

to see her before she graduates from simmons.

 i had the webcam on all day in my classroom

papa heron was visiting

his woman and her four eggs.

 to boston and home in three days.

a little edition

that's (below) what i've spent way too much time on

computer design when i have NO skills

it's all hit and miss

except i know what i want it to look like.

and the one on the right--well that's a breeze

it's cloth, after all

not a damned word doc. 

it's my journal for april. 

shard 1. green

2. yellow

 i keep finding cloth in the yard

she's on number three 

perspective 

and a little (ahem) waste  

the detritus of my learning

the curve is steep.

blue promises and blood

i like great blue herons

 and at the cornell ornithology lab 

there's a webcam set up

to spy

i sat, spellbound

a cyber spy

 the heron, carefully moving about

rearranging the architecture

taking good care of the blue promises

and another miracle 

i've been waiting for

bloodroot

long haul

caliban press poster
i am exhausted.

until friday, 

not one day at work 

has had any light in it.

not one. for weeks and weeks.

 morning departures

have been monumental
hard.

 this image
wild and deeply real

on my mind

and these

lovebirds.

yesterday i saw birds mating

on a telephone pole

kestrels.

couldn't get a photo

because i couldn't stop looking.
and this:

old foundation

waiting, waiting.

another roadside adventure

 the roadsides are greening

and the pussiess and catkins and poplars have 

pulled in, cold,

waiting

 i played footsteps 

with turkeys

 and maybe a dragging tail?

 i heard it first

 and then i saw

my neighbor driving

his evening commute

you can see the green roadside?

 myrtle on the roadside

equisetum, too.

in other news:

some stories

coming along when i may.

but they are good ones.

take

 "take what you need and leave the rest"

i obeyed this invocation

from nature's storehouse bulletin board

 so i did, and passed it on 

and it came back to me

 a package of wonders

and a book of experiments

from the alchemist aimee

go see this post! you must!

 how i love the work

from asao shimura at asa press

fiber things

 milkweed bast, gathered last night

in my meadow

about 18 years ago i gathered it, too

on skis, on deep snow pack

skating along on the polished surface

using a pack basket

instead of my pockets

i brought home the whole stalks

last night i peeled it 

listening to the woodcock begin it's calling

 delicious, lovely, strong

aimee and i have been writing about it

how much we love it

how everyone's milkweed paper is

appropriately their own

 and the tiny pussys

 are catkins

after this another

hot hot early spring day