Saturday, April 12, 2025
Friday, April 11, 2025
Wednesday, April 9, 2025
Sunday, April 6, 2025
Staring Becomes the Fourth Line
A corner of a ceiling:
could be in any squarishbuilding anywhere on Earth.
Three lines intersect, dissolve
into a point. Maybe where you
are now, you find a corner to see.
Seeing, you might get transfixed,
the familiar becoming strange.
Shade versus light. Axioms
versus wood, plaster, stone,
paint,,,, Or: just that thing
which staring or even
imaginging in darkness
can do: hold your mind, bind
it; tug, coax, seduce it. Staring,
sight becomes the fourth line.
hans ostrom 2025
Thursday, April 3, 2025
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."
hans ostrom 2025
Wednesday, April 2, 2025
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.
hans ostrom 2025
Monday, March 31, 2025
Sunday, March 30, 2025
Saturday, March 29, 2025
Simple Tools
A hefty stone--maybe blue,
gray, or tan--that fits in onehand. 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.
hans ostrom 2025
Friday, March 28, 2025
Thursday, March 27, 2025
The Girl Nicknamed Mouse
Yeah, you were 20, sitting on a bench
on a balmy Central Valley evening, breezespuffing 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.
hans ostrom 2025
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