I Spent Time With My Extended Family Over The Weekend, And It Just Highlighted How Much We've All Changed,

I spent time with my extended family over the weekend, and it just highlighted how much we've all changed, for better and worse, in lockdown.

After a few days, I'm now back up to full spoons. I can finally get back into my lockdown routine. I don't know if it's just me, is everyone feeling this way to varying degrees?

Ways to Disappear

In the dark

Down a stairwell

Through the doorway

Gone west

With a new wish

In daylight

Down the sidewalk

In a wool coat

In a white dress

Without a name

Without asking

On your knees

On your stomach

Gone silent

In the backseat

In the courtroom

In a cage

In the desert

In the park

Gone swimming

On the shortest night

At the bottom of the lake

In pieces

In pictures

Without meaning

Without a face

Seeking refuge

In a new land

Gone still

In the heart

With your head bowed

In deference

In sickness

In surrender

With your hands up

On the sidewalk

In the daylight

In the dark

Poem by. Camille Rankine

Practical Self Reliance

60+ Nasturtium Recipes ~ Food, Drinks, Remedies & More

Nasturtium recipes can be hard to find, and even those gardeners that know nasturtiums are edible tend to just snack on them right out in th

Nasturtium majus is the indigenous species for where I live in TX. This might be a tasty addition to my garden. I'm open to foraging, but the foraging in practice might be more dangerous with so many unknown factors. I don't know how many of my neighbors, or the city parks and recs, spray pesticides or herbicides.

The animal that is most vulnerable is usually the most cruel / It is impossible to separate it from what it remembers

Precious Okoyomon

 sun beats          wind leaps

blood memory

apocalyptic self-image crystallized affections of pious solace                                      emptiness from this ceaseless war

I want to sin against purity

bliss hovering above the void haptic fallout feverish blood

sun beats down wind leaps blood memory cheerful obscene boredom

angel          of              the                    sun

          singing with a hard fist

       life's benevolent corruption        everything is hard against the tongue        everything dissolving        into otherworldly paradise        make heaven my home        I never learn my lesson

Cultivation

by Dorothea Tanning

Cultivating people can be arduous,

With results as uncertain as weather.

Try oysters, meerkats, turnips, mice.

My mouse field was a triumph of

Cultivation—pink noses poking

Through quilts of loam, scampering

In the furrows—until the falling

Dwarves (it was that time of year)

Began landing on my field. Fear for

Its harvest had me down on hands

And knees muttering, “Not here,”

My nails clawed at tangles of fat

Dwarves crushing mouse families.

Then, unbelievably, it was over.

By morning every dwarf, maddened

By nibbling mice, had fled the field.

Now, as before, each day, dozens

Of perfect mice leave for the city.

There, they have made many friends

Among computers, and with them

Are developing skills inconceivable

To their forebears. Already, these

Cultivated mice and their computers

Penetrate guilty secrets. Soon they will

Prevail over the turmoil that defines

This darkest of ages. And they will

Find me, asleep in my cave.