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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in this (my) neighborhood pt. 64

What I’m Reading:

Each fall the raven leaves me his north country, bad weather and promises, his feathers full of summer air, so green it looks black.

— James Galvin / “Inheritance”

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peripatetic deep down

some miles on

don’t know what i’m doing
but i do it just the same

if i don’t
i’ll never do it

i’m fried and looking to rest
but i’m peripatetic deep down

i’ll put some miles on
i’d like to bike 5,000 miles this year

who needs sleep?
i’ll get to it

and so i’m off

What I’m Reading:

On my bike I am a geoglyphic doodler, contouring a life without yet knowing its center.

— Tree Abraham / Cyclettes

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the great dying

Memorable Stuff I Read This Week

Before I arrived to this city, I could feel the depression in my fingertips. It made my fingers tingle. Sadness is the most alive emotion. It gets into your nerves. Its pulses feel like insects at the rim of your skin.

— Victoria Chang / “The Tree, 1964”


… we are heading into the peak of what you might call greenhouse season, when one can be sadly certain of hideous news. Right now we are seeing a heatwave of truly monstrous proportion across Asia—the temperature in New Delhi these past days has topped 120 degrees Fahrenheit for the first time in its recorded history.

— Bill McKibben / “Intensity” / Substack


We are constantly producing the past. We are factories for the past. Living past-making machines, what else? We eat time and produce the past. Even death doesn’t put a stop to this. A person might be gone, but his past remains. Where do all those heaps of personal past go?

— Georgi Gospodinov / Time Shelter


Experts say that by June parts of the city’s central valley could reach “day zero,” when there isn’t enough water to pump out to the city, even if the typical rainy season starts that month… The growing scarcity of water in several parts of Mexico is a bellwether of how worsening climate change may affect cities all over the world, experts say.

— Marina E. Franco / “Mexico City is running out of water, forcing many to ration” / Noticias Telemundo for Axios


In the middle of nightmares: certainly
I have lived too long in an atmosphere of hatred.

Discipline propels me through the arid superstructure
Insisting “stop and think, pick and choose”

— Laurance Wieder / “Water is the Mother of Ice”


… the combination of dropping oxygen levels, rising acidification and soaring ocean heat was also seen at the end of the Permian period about 252m years ago, when Earth experienced the largest known extinction event in its history, known as the Great Dying.

— Oliver Millman / “Oceans face ‘triple threat’ of extreme heat, oxygen loss and acidification” / The Guardian


I used to think depression was all around me, that I was within it. Now I see that it is always ahead of me. That it is in pieces, but it moves in a swarm.

— Victoria Chang / “The Tree, 1964”

What I’m Listening To:

He was a vampire whose time had come
He was a vampire snowman who stayed up
Stayed up to see the sun

— Hannah Marcus / “Vampire Snowman”

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