Can’t remember what kind of bats we had in Tuba City. I just remember they had huge ears. Actually, a lot of the wildlife in Northern AZ had huge ears; squirrels, deer, rabbits, foxes, yada, yada.
I came back to Tuba one year after Christmas to find the front window in my apt broken out. The school security cops who came to investigate said it looked like some mule deer were grazing on the weeds around my front walk. They showed me the hoof prints. They said probably one of them hit my window with one of its haunches and that was all she wrote for that window.
Among the many joys of these three poems, the one that most lingers on in my mind is the hyphenated line break that makes the "jump" jump out of "jumpiness."
Just beautifully written. So enjoy your prose. Basketball is my favorite sport, so the bit about hitting a bat with the ball and then just kicking it off the court and playing on is the best. Thank you for being.♥️
Love them all!! Just read our local newspaper and was thinking about how I would never read the online version, love the wrinkles and the pages and the paper.
I love the athiest prayer...if only my sister would stop asking me to go to her church with her...
I worked when I was young as a caddy on a private golf course...the course let the caddies play on Monday mornings, very early...the greens were wet and fast...we found balls by looking where the customers hit them out of bounds...one evening, leaving the course at dusk with a hand full of Titleist balls, we would throw them up in the air as far up as we could and bats would come and intercept them, fly around them, then disappear when the ball fell...it was real sentient science...Jeffrey
“… I’ve partaken in one half of a grounded Eucharist…”. So powerful. At least for me. Thank you!
Lovely: I read about the world then walk out
into that world with a slight jump-
iness that feels like I've partaken
in one half of a grounded Eucharist.
Thanks, SA, I needed that dose of hot coffee, dead bat, and steeple people. Cheered me, all 3. CX
Nice!
Your habit of coffee drinking and my habit of coffee drinking match, so was glad to read a poem about it.
Awesome!
Can’t remember what kind of bats we had in Tuba City. I just remember they had huge ears. Actually, a lot of the wildlife in Northern AZ had huge ears; squirrels, deer, rabbits, foxes, yada, yada.
Yeah, my little town on the rez is surrounded by wilderness. I once opened my basement bedroom curtains to see a moose staring at me.
I came back to Tuba one year after Christmas to find the front window in my apt broken out. The school security cops who came to investigate said it looked like some mule deer were grazing on the weeds around my front walk. They showed me the hoof prints. They said probably one of them hit my window with one of its haunches and that was all she wrote for that window.
Among the many joys of these three poems, the one that most lingers on in my mind is the hyphenated line break that makes the "jump" jump out of "jumpiness."
Thanks, Jonathan! I'm always happy when readers notice the architecture!
Just beautifully written. So enjoy your prose. Basketball is my favorite sport, so the bit about hitting a bat with the ball and then just kicking it off the court and playing on is the best. Thank you for being.♥️
Love these poems! I believe in people too:)
Loving these... I drink coffee and read the printed newspaper and still play hoops but have never scored a bat.
Truth stanzafied.
Love them all!! Just read our local newspaper and was thinking about how I would never read the online version, love the wrinkles and the pages and the paper.
brilliant.
Once again, I am fortified.
I love the athiest prayer...if only my sister would stop asking me to go to her church with her...
I worked when I was young as a caddy on a private golf course...the course let the caddies play on Monday mornings, very early...the greens were wet and fast...we found balls by looking where the customers hit them out of bounds...one evening, leaving the course at dusk with a hand full of Titleist balls, we would throw them up in the air as far up as we could and bats would come and intercept them, fly around them, then disappear when the ball fell...it was real sentient science...Jeffrey
You never fail to break my heart or make me smile!