Preposterous

This planet onto which women

birth us: it's lit by an explosion

we call Sun. I think about

how that statement's parts

are all unlikely. Preposterious.

As is the visual, aural sign,

"preposterous" & the systems

it belongs to. Ask why any 

of this, any of us, occurred,

and I think if we're honest,

we must confess, "We cannot

know--not ever fully, all the way."

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"An April Day," by Joseph S. Cotter, Jr.

Cats of Few Words

 "'The Meow Talk' app analyzes cat sounds against some 40 million 'meows'

in its database to suss out the meaning.'" --Emily Joshou, The Paw Print,
2025, p. 50

Minor meow: compact complaint, faint inquiry, note of ennui--
or all three. Brief

throated grumble: not urgent, it's just that things
could be a bit better.

Bared-teeth MEOW: Now! Hungry! Angry! Fusion
of sign- and sound-language. Wild,

whiplash yowl: Fight. Claws out. Neck-hair up.
Alarm. Alert the press! Call my lawyer!

Constricted throat-hiss. Sepentine. Next, claws
will rake. Meat and blood. Tactical sound-spear.

The yawn-meow, perhaps finished with groan-and
sigh. That cat's got those low-down napping blues.

For milennia, with such few sounds, this terse
lingo, cats have domesticated us.
Trained and bossed us. Been equal
if not superior to us. In each feline-infused
abode, cats sustain a coup d'etat,
lay down Cat Law.

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'The most economically illiterate speech I have ever heard', analyst say...

"Late Plane," by Roger Ilsley

"Considering It All," by Roger Illsley

Simple Tools

A hefty stone--maybe blue,

gray, or tan--that fits in one
hand. Used to pound into the ground
a stake, or to hurl at a child-
threatening snake.

A stick, sturdy, with which
to pry up a stone or dig a root.
Or to knock fruit
off high branches. Or to jab
at a fish (oh, hungry, you wish
it would work.). Or to lean
on lightly as you walk; and walk.

Dried grass or vine
to use to entwine and braid
as you craft a basket
to be laid, laden, at the feet
of someone hungry.

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"Old Padre," by Roger Illsley

The Girl Nicknamed Mouse

Yeah, you were 20, sitting on a bench

on a balmy Central Valley evening, breezes
puffing in from the Sacramento Delta.

You tell the girl nicknamed "Mouse"
"I love you" and she responds, "I like you."
She will go on to marry the guy

you work with in the dorm's cafeteria--he'll
become a surgeon. It's the way it works,
you realize. Have to move on.

She went to boarding school
with the daughter of the Philipinnes
dictator. You didn't. Anyway,

after the love-like exchange, she lights up
a Marlboro, you two have a nice chat, &
then you leave for your pot-washing shift.

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Headwaters

The very last of all his aunts

and uncles have now died.

He thinks a lot about the dead
these days. Pictures them alive,
laughing, frowning, working,
teasing, busy maybe thinking
of all the dead they missed.

He's catching up to them,
the dead people he knew well.
He knows he isn't far behind.
He sees he's on that part

of the trail that's gone past
all the waterfalls, up near
the soggy grassland, the
headwaters of the stream--

yes, up where the sky
suddenly opens, accepting all.

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Shame on those Particles

Here is my contribution

to astophysics: "The smallest
particles behave the most
impolitely." The sun blasts out

neutrinos that slip through Earth
as if it weren't here-and-there,
and a hundred billion of them
pass through our bodies

every second--without even asking
us and our other particles
how we're feeling. Rude.
There went another 100 billion

of them right through me like
arrows of light!" I want to shout,
"Hey, neutrinos, slow down!" But
I suspect that they would not respond.

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Photo courtesy of Discover Magazine, which calls neutrinos "the ghost particles of the universe. © 25 mins ago    physic • humor • astophysics • subatomic-particles • earth • bodies   

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