Her rotator cuff is damaged.
Surgery is planned. (10 February 2011)
Grinding wheat in a winepress to hide from the Midians.
Windmill.
on the fence warms
its throat song in the sun, stills
its small ridging phrase born
by wind, its colors set
tulle
She is recovering from a successful surgery.
The surgeon had given little hope that Mom's shoulder could be mended. A 30% chance, he said. But once he saw the injury, the rotator cuff and various parts were able to be reconnected to their original design.
Mom's healing is more delicate than expected, however; slower, since it is a successful surgery. She will have to be very careful to remain still while God lets her body heal.
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We could mail the chipped paint,
the chipped balls, their
green clubs
to the stanza bar,
follow the news to the bouncer's car
return to the lobby for the second coat we left.
There we, the green in order,
to form a more perfect union to follow,
return to the bar for the chipped balls,
our chipped paint,
the news
in two coats.
distraught
palatial ostrich
canned
circles turn by hand
lift
remaining dark cups
of skin
swooshing blast of heart
will
the matter meat?
stroke of conscience found
census breaks the book
not
another look.
humming ground
scraping sound
brown of God
seeding sod
golden hold
beaded sold
cush
cush
cush
threshing bagged
burlap sagged
precious white
powdered tight
hunger sought
money bought
cush
cush
cush
warm kitchen
nose itchin'
scent rising
tab sizing
face ready
smile steady
cush
cush
cush
Blogs. Clogs.
brands.
i'd writatttboetu peopsle
small pleated bag, paper
crispy pointed potatoes
oil boiling. salt
home in freezer is a frozen bird,
plastic, styrofoam a truck a farm seed eggs meat
frozen. paper bags and paper wrapped community
drive thru.
warm cooks gleaming kitsch
place what grows careful green
planted picked markets binned
shaped named tomato
puree circles
com
post
bobbing
deli
delirium tree
mens sleeple
steople
eoslept
ice
aged cucumber puffs
Supper tonight was served around 7:00. We ate at the dining room table.
Baked chicken
rice and beans
raw carrots
water
hot tea
pie
Father is lawns and glasses of milk;
Mother is signs and potato bowls;
Sister is cloth and compacts and laughs;
Sister is curls and movement and twang;
Brother is speed and form and stay.
We are green, white,
printed, filling,
wrapped, dressed, heard.
But the younger Sister and Brother who are movement are
children I barely knew as textures. I might tell them by weight
in my arms, or size of small hands washing up.
Hmm.
Brother child's texture ... sun. He is tan, warm.
Brother is sun.
Sister child's texture ... decibels, soapsuds, curls, pajamas.
Sister is herself all grown.
Sister is seed.
Children's books I'd like to buy:
Now it Is Winter
Written by Eileen Spinelli
Illustrated by Mary Newell DePalma
© 2004 Eerdmans
Grandmother and the Runaway Shadow
Written by Liz Rosenberg
Illustrated by Beth Peck
© 1996 Harcourt Brace & Company
Crow Boy
Written and Illustrated by Taro Yashima
© 1955 Viking (Penguin Putnam)
The Lonely Scarecrow
Written by Tim Preston
Illustrated by Maggie Kneen
© 1999 Dutton (Penguin Putnam)
The Secret of Saying Thanks
Written by Douglas Wood
Illustrated by Greg Shed
© 2005 Simon & Schuster
card fox with smile closed eyes
circle nose and drawn heart, modest rose,
white-tipped tale, Lovely you...
crinkly rolled foilers 8 months away
stars in boards floated rivers down
our water upstream only...
grass skirts in the middle acres
growing a couple feet high, walking
through a path, measuring...
us, like fibers, weaving the same
cloth every time, every time, like
fibrous white sound punctuating...
the hours of the evening, working,
working, glancing, speaking, sipping,
slipping, listening into sleeping...
our dreams locomotive, dining car,
sleeper, and I lie leaping, leaping
from the train, rocking...
in compartments
motorized, propelled, piloted
two safety
status quo shifting
political lines
will home
increase before us
minimizing
our losses
his loss, their
nation's losing
maps burned
like books, movies
not seen
for history
made them ours,
and we
survived
two
continue
forgetting
femininity.
Priority.
funambulist.
Propensity.
Good heavens, there's no color.
Why is there no color?
Pomegranates.
Ideals come like shards to magnets
on refrigerators Empty of food
cleaned for Company
Buyers follow leads
to measured rooms
closets will be
measured too
Small for one year
three—years daily
commute
too large.
But see the order
these owners will
take with them
when they
move.
My mother is a Realtor and measured houses for sale back when lasers weren't hand safe. Sometimes I helped her. Many-shaped ideals for home and families come from seeing the houses of other people moving away or into town.