new poems up at The Puritan

Two poems in The Puritan.

Happy to be featured with John Barton, wonderful work. Mostly, it's good to be in a space where I can at least think about writing again.

Jesse said this amazing thing yesterday about learning how to add a new element to his music--beatboxing no less--he said, "I didn't know my mouth could make those noises. I was surprised by what my mouth could say."

I feel not unlike this: I didn't know I could think that thought, say that thought, find a way to say that thought again and develop "sense" of what the thought needs. Jennie Lowe Stearns  played an amazing show last night where one of her lyrics summed up a thought I have found unsayable--of course, I didn't write it down. I think the lyrics was, "just make sure you leave when you go." It's that kind of expression that takes a second to unravel and reverberates afterwards, finds some echo in your lived experience. I was so impressed by her lyric capacity to simply say such difficult things. Not to mention her voice--to hear her play in a barn, out in the middle of nowhere, was amazing.

This weekend, we are outside all day, each day:

The plants here have identified themselves as visitors. 

It took Jesse and I over an hour to find a bullfrog responsible for all the noise in the woods--so small, such big vocals. 

marsh

I'm probably sunburnt from watching this all morning.

So happy a new season, with new baby geese, is here.