- Azalea, front yard, just now.
- Climate change as genocide. I mentioned to one of my old professors (the one who made me read Christopher Lasch), in the context of something else, that upcoming mass civilian death by catastrophic climate change and resource wars is a feature, not a bug, of late capitalist planning. Cull the herd. You're still nuts, he said, but I agree with you.
- Trees are dying.
- Fascism is a movement of the middle class.
- A Fiction for Earth Day - three parts as I post this, scroll down to Part One, read up.
- Progress for me: now I just laugh.
- Maggie's weekly links.
- { feuilleton }'s weekly links.
- Eigner, Creeley, Black Mountain.
- Giant Night.
- Haiku?
- Clarity.
- Dogwood, front yard, just now.
DOGWOOD
William Johnson
Dog days doggone dog-tired dogwork of summer,
mowing the grass we're all coming to
the dog tags of you, me, I, we, stashed in a box,
doghouse throwaways. Even the namesake
tree whose blossoms some call Jesus-flowers
for the rust-grooved tips of the petals
as if nails now removed had indented
the shape of a cross, betrays my mood
how all those springs ago
seeing our tree nailed with bloody after bloody
crucifix I said this beauty's no foo-foo
and sure enough my dog-weary dearie
mowing today, the spring long gone,
I brush a limb on whose tired leaves mites amble
the edible thoroughfares and as if to confirm it,
our neighbor's mutt runs along the fence yapping
dogwood dogwood dogwood as the mower chugs on,
our train leaving for the city beneath the grass.
