Sunday, May 4, 2014

24 - trinity

By Gary M. Stolz/U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Macrochelys
           temminckii
           apalachicolae
           suwanniensis
13 million years diverged

cracks of southern
geography form
churches steepled with
rocks and riverbanks

this is the holy mystery

a triptych built
of shell, beak, and bone

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[If you haven't heard the news, a few days ago National Geographic (and many other outlets) reported on a study that reveals that the alligator snapping turtle is actually three species, each geographically-based. While this discovery does have some sad implications that highlight the importance of protecting these creatures, it is nonetheless exciting. Three turtles! Regarding the 13 million years date, there are a range of dates for the species' divergence; for artistic purposes (hey, I'm allowed), I've gone with the oldest date (which is technically 13.4, but that didn't fit the line as well).]

Friday, May 2, 2014

23 - windshield

[I recently moved all my creative writing onto my new computer and while doing so found this unposted poem. I don't remember when exactly I wrote it, but it was sometime in 2013 and on a Friday, since I remember writing it just before a drum lesson. It was inspired by this Huffington Post article about a picture posted to Reddit of a turtle that had gone through a car windshield. The turtle reportedly survived and the picture is not as gruesome as it sounds, but out of respect for more sensitive readers, I won't post the picture here. It's in the link.] 
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isn’t that the way it
always happens –
every life
every death
every
epiphany that will make you
decide to move to
another continent


you
are crossing the street and
thinking of nothing in
particular,
not because you
are callous and don’t care about
climate change or healthcare or the rising cost
of education, but because
your brain, though older
than all of these things
has never
evolved to share such
concerns –
nor needed to


so you
are crossing the street, thinking
of nothing in particular
only smelling the
dandelions you
will devour
in some immeasurable
future,
knowing
without knowing that
a river waits
for you, several
minutes yet ahead
and it will welcome you with
cool and rushing arms


and a great
roaring thing for which
you have no name
charges,
makes contact with
your body
and send you into
the air


for a moment
you mimic your ancient cousin, who
from the same
scaly ancestor took
to the sky and not
the river


you know this cousin
you know what you
are not
and then there is
the embrace of a
pane of glass


The cracks that
make a halo around
your body
are as waves
in blue
water

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

22 - yolk


I eat
my mother’s words
long before they
are given voice
deep within
her innards where
they are formed
I lie curled and
waiting

belly to
(egg)
belly

we exchange
subtle privacies
we speak of dirt
and deforestation
foreign things

I
eat my mother’s words
her
shuffling grunts
the
hiss of watercress on
her tongue

a yellow universe
opens
within the crack
(her great body’s footsteps
long receded)

I will swallow the last word and


u n b e n d 



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(First Shelled Life poem of 2013! I've neglected this project so badly. For anyone concerned, this marginated tortoise hatchling isn't deformed; it's just newly hatched. It's been living off that yolk sac while in the egg, and in the days following the hatch, it will absorb the yolk and its plastron will harden. I've found conflicting credits on this photo, so I'm not sure which is correct. For what it's worth, Wikipedia credits Richard Mayer.)

Friday, August 24, 2012

21 - strange bedfellows





a thing
of different
flesh

a shell
to read the runes
of the back
foot gripping
rock weight pulling
across a landscape
of strange and peachy skin

not one of you
hold close
it is
so very warm here

Sunday, June 3, 2012

20 - size matters


an empty pocket
lo(o)se change
mixing in
a gutter
previously spent
on clean water
 

Rule Britannia
for only 20p, a
copy of a queen

dwarfed by
monarch Windsor
monarch butterfly



but
in time the backwidens
the claws
harden
in time
an island grows
up from a stone.



(Notes: After working with some fantastic poets at Loughborough this year, I'm playing around with shape and other visual elements in poetry.)

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

19 - eye



rising
orange sun

the eye
a pre-history
a pre-hieroglyph

a cycle of days and nights
primordial ocean
ancient mud

a dark and heavy thing rises
sinks claw and beak
into lesser flesh

between grasping jaws
a record
that which is not swallowed
becomes fossil
and the eye
pre-dates
and continues.



(I realized this one has similar language to last week's poem for Audrey, the awesome RES, and I'll chock that up to the fact that one of my favorite things about turtles is their timelessness, the fact that they predate so many other creatures, including man himself. That timeless nature is particularly evident, I feel, in their eyes, which, regardless of how cute we may find some modern-day turtles, have never lost that old reptilian look that so sets them apart.

No idea where the image came from, and TinEye had nothing on it.)

Thursday, January 5, 2012

18 – bucket (for Audrey)



to suffer
the shape of

abjection
to suffer
the form deformed
the spine bent into a bowl
that might collect
all twenty years

cloying of egg whites
about the tongue
to suffer
the taste

bucket daughter
who spells
with every bend of her arm
a long long history

Water writes
that history into her back
like a stone.





(Pictured above is Audrey, a female red eared slider who, as anyone can see, is severely deformed. According to information from the folks at Little RES Q, a Canada-based reptile rescue and rehab facility, Audrey suffered terrible neglect at the hands of her previous owners, who kept her in an unheated, unfiltered bucket with no UVA/B lighting for twenty years. In addition to her horrible living conditions, during those twenty years Audrey received only egg whites to eat. She currently lives at Little RES Q, where she receives the care she needs and deserves. Photo used with permission of Little RES Q.

Loads more pictures of Audrey, some of which showcase the shape her forelegs can make to her shell deformity, can be found at Little RES Q's Facebook page. )