black hole sun
my son, who has decided that grunge music is one of the few acceptable musical styles of my unfashionable era, took a look at this photo, and said, “black hole sun.” i said, “cool title.” he said, “not a title, a song by soundgarden.” just because i lived through the grunge era does not mean i am an expert. anyway, i have now listened to “black hole sun,” by soundgarden, having been educated about my own history by my seventeen year old. so it goes.
lily of the valley leaves
just a letter to say i love you all. asemically.
memorize your lines.
this is the famous asemic soliloquy, handed down by whatever the wildlife equivalent is of william shakespeare, that contemplates the question of suicide from all sides, and concludes that thinking too much gets in the way of action. thank you, nature-hamlet. i really would prefer to live another day.
nature bits arranged as asemic writing
remember gym class? first you do the burpee station, and the phys ed teacher, in the baseball cap with the whistle around his neck, says, “rotate!” and then you go to the pull-up station, and after that the sit-up station. and then the squats station. rotate! time for sprints!
the seasonal wheel
the seasonal wheel just turned in our back yard. one day orange yellow and russet. one night of wind and rain. and the next day a lot more gray.
assemblage of found nature bits