dehydration set-in

end of the trail blues (350-mile tanka)

the bombastic sun—
humidity oppressive—
deadly wet bulb temps
the dehydration set-in
body gave out in belfast

(boston, ma to belfast, me: 350 miles / 11 days)

What I’m Reading:

nothing is promised, sweet green girl
I know the terror of unhoming
dance this one with me

— Shailja Patel / “Solstice Re-Pot”

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 68

What I’m Reading:

life has me holding a grudge 
pouring coffee on my recollections 
not revealing where the moon finds its water

—Évelyne Trouillot / “A Rain of Stars”

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no one weeps

no passing lane (haiku)

a truck did a job —
dead deer bent back on itself,
ground down — no one weeps

What Im Reading:

and that was Lamentations
that was just Lamentations
it was not history

— Derek Walcott / “The Sea Is History”

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mostly whole rodent

taloned

i pedaled by a dead mouse
or was it a vole — half-chewed

mangled in the road

i spotted an osprey by its nest
was that the killer
or was it an owl

a peregrine
an eagle?

what left a mostly whole rodent
taloned
in the middle of the road?

What I’m Reading:

Debt, infidelity, children’s misbehavior, not attending church and women deemed to be scolds were all punishable by jail. Miscreants and unfortunates were housed alongside murderers and rapists. Women and the insane were housed on the third floor.

— The Museum In The Streets / Wicasset, ME

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 67

What I’m Reading:

East Coast Greenway

MAINE ROUTE: CALAIS TO KITTERY

The East Coast Greenway route in Maine passes through an amazing diversity of natural and cultural history along its 390-mile route. From coastal communities and historic mill cities to Down East blueberry barrens and the gateway to the Canadian Maritimes, Greenway travelers will experience the best Maine has to offer.

East Coast Greenway Trail Signage

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the hottest ever

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week

WHAT IS THE EASTERN TRAIL?

Part of the East Coast Greenway, a 3000-mile pedestrian/bike trail connecting Calais, ME to Key West, FL, the Eastern Trail boasts 22 miles of off-road trail–with 65 miles planned for the future.

Welcome to the Off-Road Eastern Trail Guide


This is a please this is a please there are the saids to jelly. These are the wets these say the sets to leave a crown to Incy.
Incy is short for incubus.

— Gertrude Stein / “Suzie Asado”


“Researchers at the University of Valencia analysed more than two dozen studies on reading comprehension published between 2000 and 2022, which assessed nearly 470,000 participants. Their findings suggest that print reading over a long period of time could boost comprehension skills by six to eight times more than digital reading does.”

— Ella Creamer / “Reading print improves comprehension far more than looking at digital text, say researchers” / The Guardian


He saw the stain of love
was upon the world,

a selvage, a faint
after edge of color, fading

at the edge of the world,
the edge beyond that edge.

— Robert Creeley / “The Edge”


Last year — the hottest ever recorded — saw a severe uptick in fire activity around the world, as infernos claimed the lives of more than 250 people and scorched nearly 400m hectares of land. The devastating fires emitted roughly 6.5bn tonnes of carbon dioxide, offsetting efforts to combat emissions and blanketed skies in toxic smoke.

— Gabrielle Canon / “Wildfire season is already in full swing, and it’s not even summer yet” / The Guardian


The land gives and, in turn, the land receives love and care from the Rarámuri people and all living beings. That’s a way of living that simply can’t exist under our current economic and moral framework.

— Victoria Blanco and Devin Kate Pope / Out of the Sierra: A Story of Rarámuri Resistance


I am always hungry
& wanting to have
sex. This is a fact.
If you get right
down to it the new
unprocessed peanut
butter is no damn
good

— Eileen Myles / “Peanut Butter”

What I’m Listening To:

Send me off to paradise
Please forgive me all my vices
I’ve done my best, tried not to mess with this world

— Eels / “Goldy”

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 66

What I’m Reading:

How much better it is
to carry wood to the fire
than to moan about your life.

—Jane Kenyon / “ The Clothes Pin”

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mountain pass blues

i got…

i got a high clearance head in a low clearance tunnel

i got me more mosquitoes to swat than i care for— who’s ever cared for the lowly mosquito

i got some fearsome weather on the way, and wilting heat to follow that

i got the freedom to set the course for the day
i got the maintain pass blues

i got me the idea to head east
i got to head for the coast

What I’m Reading:

… we resume pedalling, the crash of surf resonating on our right and an endless row of beach houses to our left. Sand skitters across the path, dusting my chain and sifting into my shoes.

— Meaghan Marie Hackinen / South Away: The Pacific Coast on Two Wheels

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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 65

What I’m Reading:

Weightless as an
astronaut
you float around
in empty rooms
and wait
for the freedom
to do
what you
no longer
want to.

— Tove Ditlevsen / “Divorce 3”

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second day sore

i saw… (haiku)

hissing geese charging
protecting downy goslings
i waved and hissed back

six plastered squirrels—
on roads they could not cross (sigh!)—
i did not join them

many hills to climb—
huffed and puffed and reached the tops
i loved the downhills

lawrence, methuen,
salem, derry, manchester,
i, second day, sore:

/stopped!/

a shower never
hurt anyone who cycled
seventy miles. SLEEP!

What I’m Reading:

You were born in a brutalist building.
Rising above a long body of water.
The body, a bypass canal

— Tracy Fuad / “Birth”

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