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Diary: El Cajón de Grecia, September 13, 2021

Today, a plethora of poetry.

A couple of bug poems, accompanied by photographs. Especially for you, Bryan!

First, caterpillars.

Juno silverspot caterpillars 

A black lump
teeming larvae
oozing over the patio
moving much faster 
than any one could alone

a rolling track 
of caterpillars
those on the ground crawling
at regular speed
those climbing their backs 
cover twice as much distance
those running on top
cruising faster yet
all swapping positions
each taking their turn 

quickly crossing 
expanse of tile
the roiling mass 
disappears into dense 
green growth of garden.

Next, a walking stick.

Giant spiny walking stick

At break of dawn
a twelve-inch stick
stuck to the screen
of the bedroom slider.

Feed in the night
phasmids rest the day
their disguise of twig
to keep them safe.

This one, three legs
but little matter
phasmids able
to regrow dropped parts. 

Most likely female 
no need for a mate
hatchlings like-sexed 
males rare to null.

The stick walking
off with the light.

I’ve been slowly working through a careful proofreading of the book of Rosibel Morera’s poems in the original Spanish accompanied by my translations into English, preparing for a future edition. Here’s one of my favorites, showing her more sensual side.

From the memory of my body 

Today there is barely a breeze
the air
to things

in absence of spilled fire
may remoteness burn us
may length of skin bring you 
because it is cold
animal warmth distant
I take you from the memory of my body
from its moist reliquaries 
and I make you 
in my own flesh.

De la memoria de mi cuerpo

Hoy que es apenas la brisa
el aire
a las cosas
que no hay lumbre derramada 
lejanía que nos queme
largura de la piel que te traiga
porque está frío
el tibio animal
de la distancia
te tomo de la memoria de mi cuerpo 
de sus relicarios húmedos
y te hago
en carne propia.

Credits: Photos by Irina

Diary: El Cajón de Grecia, August 26, 2021

We had a little celebration the other night in honor of two of our friends joining the circle of those of us in our 70s. ¡Felicitaciones, Jim and Marilyn!

The dessert course, cheesecake by Jane

We roasted a leg of lamb for the main course.

Carved and ready to serve. Photo by Marilyn.

The dogs and the kitty discovered they loved lamb, too!

Ha! The dogs already knew.

Sadly, not all of us make it to seventy. A friend of ours died last week at the tender age of sixty-nine. I wrote a poem about her passing.


I remember a friend
she said to me once
I believe we become
the fruit of our choices.

One day, wobbly
she went to a doctor
sent to a hospital
a week of tests
a tumor, glioma
top of her brainstem.

A handful of weeks 
to vegetable
another of days 
become dead.

We’ll miss her.

Credits: Photos by Irina