tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54322252012-01-26T13:47:39.733-08:00navajo poet from NW new mexicozoeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12906700240490611466noreply@blogger.comBlogger2181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432225.post-34043960739400691302012-01-26T13:47:00.000-08:002012-01-26T13:47:39.741-08:00

oneword: collar Colored wax scrubbed enthusiastically across paper glaciers frozen over dried stereotypic leaves. I didn't know I was supposed to remove the little plastic collar stays when it was time to iron. Sand washed over hands shoved firmly into bell tails, containing sips of ocean.

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oneword: dim congested skies diphtheritic clouds infect my sinuses with a fine film of minuscule pebbles and river silt deposited magically evaporated from dams piled and affixed by concrete shoveled in human hands my eyes assume the dim light means that it is bed time and I feel like lying down to sleep

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oneword: marble swirled lava, items from the periodic table mixed and smoothed, hardened geologic caramel symmetry rolls eternally through time flicked by the tender green thumbs of each new burgeoning generation

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Pseudo Culture by T. Zoey Benally Walk with my son, thirteen, Traipse across the bridge. I retell tales of my day, Chapter House presentation, Navajo town hall. Report in English, hold my breath, cross my fingers, Hope the elders understand. An older gentleman stands and says, "What have we done to our children? We told them, go to school, learn & come back, but now they don't know

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oneword: Alarm She croons through viscous velvet curtains of slumber Extols how she wishes she "was the moon tonight" Crisp snap of flint on flint Ignites another nights worth of dreams Intices my mind to linger In the divine hammock of sleep.

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Uncle Became Water Spread apart, much more, but still aware Clouds, low hung fog & mist Deep pools explode with ripples Suspended molecules Amplify sight and sound He was no longer condensed He always liked when his sisters, When his wife, when his neices and daughters Proudly talked about their kids Smiles through veils of tear sparkles So he became those tears He sent them smiles through

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Sunlight Voracious heat descends through warms my lips More evenly than hot blood rushing up to meet a kiss Illuminates orange whole notes through diaphanous eyelids Dazzle refracted off burnished jet eyelashes Casts irregular light shards mistaken for lightning, lasers or petulant phantasms Solicitous UV rays rub sooty pink back into my cheeks I swim up from stiff edge sea weed wedge

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Listen to Silver Salmon

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Silver Salmon, aka, Happy Poem 2 of 2 Silver salmon leaps fluidly over lanky waves of dried grass Green, washed and faded to lemon-straw by alternating Rain-sun, rain-sun, rain-sun-wind, wind, sun, rain Chlorophyll filtered and drained downhill, soaked into black earth Color cycled out, bend-straight, straight-bend, malleable metal Silver salmon, Athena, reflects UV rays off her lithe body,

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Happy Poem 1 of 1 (Written on 2010 1028) Today I’m writing you a happy poem Counter balance to… Well, you know. Paper airplane armada expertly flung out Flight plan that reads only - Far, Fast, and For a long time! Engineered wings creased and dreamt into existence By bare fingernails kept way too short Today I want you to be there with me Let’s forget all that… Well, you know. Lying,

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He must have super powers (Written 2010 1006) He must have super powers Spandex suit tucked under His t-shirt and jeans Mask and secret identity Stuffed into his back pocket Not the one with the wallet The other one. He must have super powers The power to see invisible people Doctor Xavier with his very own Cerebro Brainwaves amplified and honing in On mutant brainwaves Invisible folks picked

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Roadrunner & Coyote (Written 2010 1006) What is the name of the road runner, The one on Looney Tunes That one… From Saturday morning cartoons, Cartoon Network or Nickelodeon equivalent, Back in the day When NBC, CBS, and ABC Came hopping into our homes Through analog rabbit ears Poking up from vacuum tube televisions That one… Purple head Matching Vegas showgirl Cabaret feathered headpiece And

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Not nearly 2 minutes (Written 2010 0908) Back space erase, Back space erase, Back space erase My thumbs holding down the left lying pentagon harboring an X Obliterating fugacious text message evidence Before it has time to submit a request for “real boy” status from the Blue Fairy Send Allowing it time to effervesce and volatilize back into unposed queries Before it is hurled through the

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Spring Snowflakes (Written 2010 0404) I tried to catch spring snowflakes for you today Held air in my lungs, as though not breathing Would decrease my temperature from ninety-eight point six And allow me to sidle up, undetected, and capture wild frozen water for you Thunder rumbled through the skies last week, lightning flashed mute But I still tried to catch spring snowflakes for you today I

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Need (Written 2010 0220) It’s a burgeoning sneeze Celery stalk ribbons sprouting Serious series of square knots Crowned by a leaf flurry Tickling turbinate scrolls It’s a long overdue stretch Gargoyles crouched and arched Liberated—finally—from Imposed gape sentence Do you EVER need to fall in love? It’s the sticky, thick requisite for soothing, placid water glittering into your mouth and

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Four days of sunshine during an Inland Northwest winter (Written by a Navajo, born and raised in 320 day Southwest sunshine) (Originally written 2009 1227) The sun crawls over the horizon Claws slowly forward, muddy earth sticking under its nails Tangy window reflections on the opposite building Fill and brighten with voluminous light The sun clears the horizon & launches itself into this sky

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One Word: delicate Delicate, soap bubble Iridescent rainbows shadows slip, revolve Across and around the bulging perimeter Puff of atmosphere temporarily captured This is how it feels to be brown Strong winds, dessication Any minute disruption in surface tension Could detonate the world Seen through dark brown eyes Blue black centered, black spoke flecks radiating out

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One Word: checks down and then up red and white glance in the rear view mirror hound's tooth order a box of new ones before they run out toothbrush? toothpaste? floss?

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One Word: mute brass shine polished by sleeve dangle arm extended mute in hand

zoeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12906700240490611466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432225.post-38476952118440160242010-01-24T23:56:00.000-08:002010-01-24T23:56:59.723-08:00

One Word: yoga she is a junkie. daily toting her mat around she no longer needs blocks has long since discarded the strap she is a yoga junkie. full lotus, pigeon pose, fish pose vinyasa, vinyasa, vinyasa hands pressed together in front hands pressed together in back--WOAH she is a yoga junkie

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One Word: tofu Cradled in a plastic chair Reminiscent of 70's sci-fi Caffeine helps keep me there Nerdy jokes keep making me smile My mind is like tofu Soaking up flavors Medical kung-fu Excellent student behavior

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One Word: export type, type, type, type important stuff, tab peck number, type words, peck number, tab type, type, type, type more important stuff, enter equal sign pause, scan, (oh that's where they put it!) click pull down menu select function click to select column click to select column enter control S click pull down menu, scan (there it is) click export click format wait

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One Word: option Every time you hear a bell ring I've lost another muse. Shovel air past my vocal chords, heaps of coal to stoke fires. Power steam engines of poetry that fall upon deaf ears. It's the same pain as falling out of love. Train whistle wails and sobs silently without option. Chuff-chuff-chuff down invisible tracks to hollow, gutted ghost towns, packed with dessicated tumbleweeds

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One Word: major major chords & minor chords diminution & attenuation oh wait, it's augmentation (i knew it was one of those "A" words) picking out melodious concepts strumming beautiful ideas from a tangle of strings stretched vulnerable over frets

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One Word: spot clearly demarcated edges curve infinitely but if you zoom in close enough frayed edges of color begin to emerge pixelated crop circles creep out from the page

zoeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12906700240490611466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432225.post-32027198415006289132010-01-13T20:41:00.000-08:002010-01-13T20:41:30.259-08:00

One Word: powder reminiscing about her former roommate's face powder how she used to leave all over the room--so goth reminiscing about the alternative music how she tolerated it with her old roommate but, i would definitely have to wear earplugs sadly, she was stuck with me now and i was a poor replacement for all that face powder

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One Word: bamboo I followed my big brother, not wanting to be called "baby" Detesting the thought of being uncool and left behind I tried to be tough, quiet, and I tried to keep up But my two years younger legs were not quick enough Sticky mud, teasing, grabbed my shoe and held on tight I left my shoes amongst the bright celery green bamboo pipes My brother got in trouble, and would never let me

zoeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12906700240490611466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432225.post-31444217495383513152010-01-10T18:20:00.000-08:002010-01-10T19:30:29.666-08:00

One Word: latch stop trimming the hedge, let branches grow wild slam green garden gates, toss out brass latch keys let your hair grow long, cascade down your back let curtains hang closed, stay here together oblivious to earth revolutions found in each other

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One Word: system defense fortress implosion secluded lonely world dissolved multi-solitude-system failure outed, walnut shell cracked kernel picked out, exquisite lost to (WOW!) strong arms and (Mmmmmm!) stubble roughened cheek and chin heart falling through steam billowed up through gritty subway ventilation grates homeless men and their cardboard warmed by unfaltering adoration

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One Word: burst my dad called it a cloudburst he laughed when we finally made it home hair drenched, sneakers squishy jean jacket soaked and heavy with sky torrents it was the last day of school gravity pulled rain, mixed with pelting hail sunshine spotlight illuminated us running down the hill towards home

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One Word: flavor Honeydew. Or perhaps cantaloupe. Pale green sugar flavored kisses. Or perhaps, orange-pink nectar kisses stolen from sun-warmed fuzzy bees. Oh, there was definitely a moment when they turned the corner and didn't start down the second set of stairs... His kisses were sticky black grape flavored. Pressed up against the concrete. Plum. Soft, magnetic Opium--Indeed.

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One Word: figure diagram sketched of innards figure labeled with components represent once secret inner workings complex dog machinery

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One Word: towerstairs curl up inside the tower, golden Shirley Temple lockslittle girl fingers intertwined with red brick wallsarms intertwined, spin with dizzy merriment, keep timewith the lighthouse beam perched up topscream "ashes, ashes, we all fall down!"

zoeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12906700240490611466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432225.post-26729522902409912292010-01-03T22:57:00.003-08:002010-01-03T23:03:00.878-08:00

One Word: shipasbestos applied, metal folded & pounded & heatedlove affairs floating on ships over oceanscotton string tatted into intricate pattern contortionsreflect the dramatic cardiovascular twists and turnsmimic the splashes and waves from seas parted by bolts

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One Word: coata fine layer of grease coats your tongue when you eat fresh mutton roasted over an open firewho knows how much grease would still be thereif the fire hadn't burned it awayand you can only get it off with cold soda popsugary acid and caffeine dissolving mutton fatwashing it down your throat

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One Word: discreetThis doesn't really work, but--hey--it's only 60 seconds!His phone numbers were discrete so that he could keep his relationships discreetEach assigned a numberDiscarded when interaction curtains drew to a close

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One Word: birdhousedainty butter daffodils, hollow grasshopper stems contorted by pooled weight of coalesced water drops dripped off the empty birdhouse. canary flexed and drawn to ground-level by gravity. rusty conglomerations trickle down into yellow trumpets, soon to be lowered and splashed on the ground.

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One Word: circuit1970s elementary students run PE circuitsgather beanbags & chalky erasersdeliver them to opposite gym endstry to avoid slips and splats prevent huge hematoma lumps on knees result from smash against white tiled floors

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One Word: traylittle bones still held together by tendons and ligamentsconnective tissue jellied by days soaked in strong basessmall clumps picked off and dropped onto a worn aluminum trayslowly, the bones became cleaner, the edges more precise

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One of these days I will remember you to someone elseby t. zoey benallyOne of these days I will remember you to someone elsePull out the nanoid stainless steel cog on my Nixon watchDaily life etched and scratched like happy smile wrinkles onto its faceStop the second hand, painted sticky Washington ripe apple Fallen to the ground from Garfield tree orchardsTurn it backwardsTurn it backwards and

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Liveratureby t. zoEy benallyAnger always heats up my optic nerve--When a person buys into the drunken Indian mythI imagine the nerve fibers turn red hot--Authoritatively telling me that it’s a well known factLike an inoculation loop thrust and held in a Bunsen burner flame--That Indians metabolize alcohol differentlyMetal glowing magma red-orange-yellow--Shame and blame righteously doled out like

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Mental DiverticulumPulsion or traction, it makes no differenceBecause I’ve acquired a mental diverticulumI functioned with my mental diverticulumSubclinically for almost a decadeExisted on a bland diet of television,chit-chat, and reading material set ingreater than 11 point serif fontBenign ingesta slipped quietly past,Inaudible crowds streaming past, an undiscovereddead end mall hallway that

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Goose Filth & BottlecapsI'm not going to crawl in there.Wet goose poop will soak through my jeansand slime onto my kneesCold, wet--rejected by goose cellsI'm not going to crawl in there.Dry goose poop will stick onto the palm of my handsUrea dust, seemingly more potent--toxicRiddled with unknown bird bugsI waddle in, only the rubber of my tattered Conversesare allowed to touch the filthI feel

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Bathroom SinkWater swirls down the chrome plated drainCanned laughter erupts, reminiscent of, Laughter strategically inserted afterLimp noodle Brady Bunch punch linesBut Alice does not clean my dual sinksElsewhere she sits, sipping coffeewith her SamI squeeze SoftScrub with bleachonto enamel and chrome coated metalNever able to exorcise Canned laughter swirlsEscaping down the drain

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How are you doing Jack Mueller?Some days I wonder how Jack Mueller’s doingIf he still slings that string of snake vertebrae around his neckI wonder what he would say if he knew that I had lost my voiceWashed away by the rain, blown off into straw fields and buriedTurned under with spent gray topsoil by thick silver bladesJack probably couldn’t see the smokey lispsWhispered rumors of some poet,

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My imagination is always better than realityby t. zoey benallyMy imagination is always better than reality(Alone) with the door mostly shutListening to deepened AC hum kicked started out of fan Five flights down, hydraulic releaseHiss and blows clean asphalt circlesAnt rocks and raised dust tumble towards diameter fringesMr. Coffee carefully repackaged, encased in cardboardMakes its way--pardon

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Nineteen Thirtyby t. zoEy benally Nineteen thirty, and the world was poised on the paper cutting edge of chemical technologySymbolic fingers and cuticles prepared to be shredded Wyatt Earp might have saved us, but, alas, he was sucked into a wild vortex of discovery dreamsAnd he didn’t wake up in the morningA time of innovation, breakthrough and understandingNew galaxies—not just the Milky

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Muse-lessby t. zoEy benallyI cannot write because my muse no longer listens to me.I feel her back--smooth, oily shaleIgnore me.I am shunned, and words are repelledby the force field that she has installed around my brainby the iron walls she has welded around my heart.I am unloved, and have been relegated to a hellof perpetual false starts.And each time I jump the gunBound out starting gatesI am

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I wish I had a picture of your eyes.But no camera would capture what I seewhen we talk about mundane things.Like trying to take a picture of the moonwhen it ambles over the eastern horizonmagnified not by earth's atmospherebut by an illusion created in my mind.Maybe I am the only one that can perceivegold fire burning in the afternoon forestthat is your eyes.Maybe I am the lone soul that senses

zoeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12906700240490611466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5432225.post-57731589958723701132009-04-01T14:45:00.001-07:002009-04-01T14:47:44.673-07:00

Originby t. zoEy benallyMitochondria were there at the beginningNidus that brought all the layersof complexity, precipitating out,careening out of solution,out of matter neither created nor destroyed.

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PAD Chapbook Day 22ResponseAt 7AM the hollow door wood reverberation sounded differentand holey-bat-tights it was! Knuckles at the end of a friendly fistaccosted my door, and the person at the end of the arm was for me.At 530PM three additional knocks were again for me!What shift in the earth's rotation has allowed gravity to shiftand caused these people to drift ever so slightly over to my door?

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PAD Chapbook Day 16If there is a knock at the door, It usually isn't for meTwo doors painted the same blue as the blue in Chevron gas station signsSeparated by three feet of wall and insulationTwo chiral apartments constructed resembling two hands unclaspedand unfolding with thumbs as front doors, and wrist as second means of egressSo when three knocks reverberate through hard wood and disrupt

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PAD Chapbook Day 12DetailIf I squint sometimes it looks like Margaret Thatcher's shadowEscaped from her like Peter Pan's escaped from himBut it decided to hide out on the edge of my shirtAnd unfortunately the heat from the dryer melded it to t-shirt fibersThere were other shirts and several pairs of black pantsTattooed with smears from an ink pen left by my sonalong with nails, pencils, cast iron

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PAD Chapbook Day 11ThemeDroplets fall, two hydrogens, arms hooked on either side of oxygenAtomic iridescent beads, diffuse between earth's loamy dark skinAggregate on the arborated dendrites, typically labeled treesPuddle and trickle down, saturate weather chapped barkJoin internal rivers that course through trunk portalsSpread and leak out into soil sinuses around open terminal ends

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PAD Chapbook Day 9DreamThey are all thereeven though logically they cannot afford the airfareMy day with them switches from one YouTube video to the nextDifferent camera angles and lighting make little senseThere are subliminal messages imbedded in my dreamsThe government might have outlawed them in 1958but my dreams still have themFrightning flashesThunderbolts of things that I need to know for

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PAD Chapbook Day 8FactSticky white rubber separates from sticky white rubberZiplock bag technology applied around square refrigeratordoor edges, contains and sequesters cold airbut not as well as 14-3-3 (because I still get a bill)Disruptive sound waves created by unstuck rubberMakes me salivate almost as much as Pavlov's dogsSultry produce bags drape over stainless steel metal grill

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PAD Chapbook Day 7MythTangerine plasma unzipped the atmosphereSonic booms pealed, announced our heroine's arrivalRespectfully trailed her, crashed cymbalsShe arrived on a Thursday, fuschia manebrown skin and deep brown eyesShe was hungry when she arrived.

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I am Meby zoEy BenallyThe pictures we looked at last weekYanked from the furthest bottom drawer folderFile labeled "Potential Wealth"Harbored many flavors and incarnationsOf all the Me-s I had entertained over the decadeAnd there I was...Was with my jet black from a box...Was with my spikey wax...Was with my splash of pink...Was with my Navajo blonde...Was with my long, limp hairAnd here I am now

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Ungreased skidsGlitter-less fairiesTromping about in muddy clogsBleeding clumps of dried dirt All over new carpetClay and sand dislodgeSnuggle down between acrylic threadsGreen room knob spasmed shutOvercome with renovationsCurtains conceal mysterious boxesAnd not a warm embrace and fuzzy boaPerpetually present folding chairs Curious forest podium to hide behindNervous smiles over car

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FashionHe does his shopping at the Humane Society Thrift storeacross four lanes of traffic just to the southBelieves--to the point of strutting the strut--in reduce, reuse, recycleRe-wears gently used fibersBlesses them with tripsand they are surprised to seethe enamel coated metal dotsof laundromat washersand dryers againSecretly--just between you & me--he shops there andrelishes the opportunity

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What the Trash Can Says...My molecules were chosen for this occupationI'm not sure whyWhat kismet steered the cosmosstars to swirl and convergeon a configuration that would allowmy metal atoms to be forged into a trash canrather than a sword, scalpel,or even scissors.But I am resigned to this fateand I allow custodial personnelto line my innards with plasticclear or blackscented and sometimes

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Things I Learned Last WeekYesterday slipped into the--last week boxfor me once my eyes shutand consciousness was covered by the thick down comforter of sleepYesterday I learned that the roadfrom Burnham to Huerfano forksinto paved N5 and an anonymous, but signed--graded generous dirt roadTuesday I learned that water dripsfrom ceilings in all townsno matter what the LAT/LONGI expect to discover

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Chopping GingerI'm not sure I did it rightIt might have been wrongLike the tomatoesOr the mushroomsI peeled it like a potatoSaturday morningsSlivering brown stripsOff starch bombsThe smell is differentBetterThe skin is tanand underneath is pale yellowCutting ginger is less dangerousthan slicing potatoesGinger is cooperativeDividing itself into smallerand smaller minced bitsIt's because of that

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Disposal FeesMissing parts, dry, cracked plastic, bent metal, torn fabricUnsafe, uncool, unfashionable, dirty, wornGreen beans, powdered milk, fruit cocktailSometimes I wonder if folks just donate stuff so they don't have to pay for disposalObjects foisted upon us under the guiseof generosity pile up around the housecreating habitats for mice, mosquitoes, black widowsI have even less resources to

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bitter divorceean american indian woman enjoying indian summerabnormally warm fall weather named after hershe basked in almost hot sunshine and a lick of coolness--slobbered all over skin mounted receptorsearth on the downward slope"i'm not with stupid anymore"was thrust haphazardly on the trunk left cornerwanting to be flip, but still bearing the painof the loss of income, statusstill screaming

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Being SickGreat volumes of snot clog the fine spaces in my skullGreat halls normally filled with air wave vibrationsHave now ground to a halt with bacterial gridlock

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Water FountainThe janitor was cleaning the water fountain with the mop.Mrs. Kavadas was walking down the hallI expressed how gross it was that the janitorwas cleaning the water fountain with a dirty mop, in only the way a teenager can.Mrs. Kavadas' eyes bulged with angerand she said, "Well what do you expect!YOU always spit in there."Up until that moment, and to this momentI have never spit in a

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Watered down coffeeAt least everyone has the same orange sunrisethat I have, and breathes the same polluted airParabolic clotheslines dangle shirts and jeansEvaporating water, Absorbing power plant smellWhile I sip watered down coffee behind glass doors

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All Your FaultThere are crumbs on my floor and it's all your faultWallow in the itchy dirt on my sheetsHobble around, heels dented by pebbles in my shoesMy hair stuck with static to my face growing acne mountainsDog farting sideways (borrowed from a friend).That's all your fault too.

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I didn't take my camera on my trip so here are some "pictures" from our travels.ABQ AirportHer blond hair is chewed to 1/2-inch lengths the circumference of her head. Her skin is freckled and has begun to leather. Columbia, Teva, and Osprey products are attached strategically to her body. She cuts in front of us, unstrapping this and that while she walks. She is invisible in her own mind. If

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miniscule proceedingsby t. zoEy benallysomething is caughtinvisible raspberry seedor maybe toasted corn shella persistent particleevades lassos of flossimpervious to plastic toothbrush bristlesSisyphean fluoride impregnated pasteand impotent wash of Listerinedo nothing to dislodgethis immense boulderfrom the grinding surfacesof my tooth? teeth?pea piled under mattressescombined with the

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Let's run away....by t. zoEy benallyLet's run away, you and I, to 581-cfollow wobble 20 light years into unknowninhabit the narrow twilight zone of that planet's tiltorbit Gliese 581, circumvolve every 13 daysall we need is water, light, soil, an atmosphere & each otherLet's build a kitchen, you and I, on 581-cpipe in red dwarf star light and heat from the day sidecool our home with permanent

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oneword: sometimesby t. zoEy benallysometimes onetime whotime youtime newtime fewtime gluetime bluetime gootime cough

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oneword: soloby t. zoEy benallysolo plastic cups blow, twist and swirl dust along side the fence. she never had the bases, so she felt weird using the solo cups for coffee and only used them for punch.

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my electricityby t. zoEy benallyelectricity tastes of wind, rain, salt, red flamegold fields ocean rimmed

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elbow-elbow-wrist-wrist-wristby t. zoEy benallyNavajo Barbie parks in the da'a k'e (farm) with a wannabe Navajo Kensmashes corn seedlingsin four 9-inch ribbonsreduces the amount of pollen and cornavailable to the people for that year, and compresses air out of the soilreducing potential crops of squash and beans that might otherwise grow

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i've been sickby t. zoEy benallyi've been sick since Tuesdaymicroorganisms have been vibratingtheir gelatin existence in my left earfor two weeks, their spewed excrementgases boom on the opposite eardrum sidetheir slimed trails leading toward my left lobemy attempts to alert primary care providerswere met with answers that could have been intercepted from future time-space continuum by even a 39-

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snooze buttonby t. zoEy benallyi thought i felt the credits rollwhen i fell asleep last nightmusic slowly fade to thin trickle watered down syrup steami could see the white fontcredits marching up the screentheir vinyl go-go bootsequipped with silencersso it was a big surprisewhen i sat up this morningat 6:17AM, the same scrappyold trailer surroundingsbut i had the distinct impressionof fortune,

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an old dude made me mad todayby t. zoEy benallyan old dude made me mad today. i haven't been this mad since i had the old dude sitting behind me on the airplane that kept hitting and kicking the back of the seat. so i turned around and smiled at that old man and asked him if there was a problem. he never said what the problem was, but i think he was mad that i was leaning my seat back. he

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promby t. zoEy benallythe first guy asked me to prom the week that it was happeningbut fortunately i was tiny and had my pick of the leftover smallsa 75% off pale pink strapless covered with iridescent lacemy cousin was excited and filled her bath tub with bubblesand roses, curled my eyelashes and feathered my hairneither of us knew the exact formulation of gel, mousseand hair spray that would be

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earth and skyby t. zoEy benally i want to write you something beautifuli want to communicate me to you so that you will understandand be compelled to hide a little piece of me inside your mindcommunicate me then, communicate me nowso that when we are both gone from here we might both have, the universe might have that small whisker of understanding, communication launched, unfettered ships,

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hollow, filledby t. zoEy benallytoday fifteen cats were trapped by their own hungerstarved hollow, internal fleas nibbling at their innardschortle in the greenish pink depths of carnivore gutin between sips of plasma, meowed and scratchedfrom filthy cat litter that will now never be changedtidy clay forever steeped in digest mousie juicecarved out hulls where sunlit children once dancedrattle and

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my little ponyby t. zoEy benallymy little pony has a one trick mindgobbles down my ideas and calls them pony's ownmy little pony's borrowed ideas cascade plastic pasteltwirl enticingly down pretend pony purple cheekmy little pony has a single cell mindregurgitates key phrases, memorized mantrasfuriously scribbles notes to remind pony brainof all the cool things to thinkmy little pony has unified

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sick dayby t. zoEy benallyreturn to bed nowcomrades toiling, no sicknessme shedding virus

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oneword: hayby t. zoEy benallyit feels like falling out of treesfeels like heartworm twirl through my valvesthreatening to clog and choke blood flow offit feels like karate chop to the neckswift blow to the sternum with a bike handle end when i inhale too much hay.

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spin class haikuby t. zoey benallyi survived spin classconjured mountains, high resistvolunteer torture

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never ending cycleby t. zoEy benallyi used to actually care about stains, messchaos in general would bother mebut since the beginning of my timei have found ways to limit the whirlwindsof madness that i personally createit amazes me how quickly the bookscrawl out of their rows and onto the heads of other booksa virtual mosh pit of readingchurning in rectangle stacksi find it amazing how my very

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oneword: hayby t. zoEy benallyshe sat atop the stacked hay rectangles, her feet dangle over the side and swing as she yells hay prices down to ranchers and farmers below. she stands, towers 17-inches times six layers of hay over their vehicles and effortlessly drops green flowerless bales into truck beds and onto trailers.

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Lucky Meby t. zoEy benallyI’m lucky that I remember the time before we were friends. You’re lucky that I remember the day that we became friends. Lucky how I remember how my life was before I became accustomed to the free speech, raucous ideas & irreverent debatewe have entertained these past years. Although I am different from that person then, I can still remember how it was not to have you

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for the childrenby t. zoEy benally"our relationship has elements of domestic violence that we are both responsible for." that is what she has told herself since her hair was styled in a short bob, since she only had her high school diploma, since she had never been anywhere except these small grey towns in the northeastern corner of dine bi keyah. this was her explaination for the strained

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scary dudes in heat today...by t. zoEy benallyall the scary dudes were in heat todaylumpy nosed, blood shot eyed, busty dudesdriving rumbly white GMCs with expired tagsthey think it turns me on when they yell"hey baby--where you going baby?"or "wooooo! walk faster baby!"yep--they're so sexy i am inspiredto spit some snot onto the sidewalk

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earth forgottenalong a Shiprock roadside

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what folks don't knowby t. zoey benallyover and over throughout this lifethe people i love at one time or anotherhave tried to punish me for being me.days and days will go by and they will deny me the things i love the bestmet with silence, arms remain closed.and when they begin, they oftenget stuck in a holding pattern, forget their original goal, lose themselves in BIA-ness.i am left watching

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oneword: sageby t. zoEy benallyi must run slow like a cowthick hooves clomp river rocksslow legs support a huge slab o' beefslide slowly through sagebrush and tumbleweedsslow red cow runner attracts horse flies with their bayonette proboscis sticky starved tongue to lap up blood pooled on the back of my lumbering cow leg.

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oneword: paneby t. zoEy benallythomas stared through the window paneabsorbed the ringing thump of rain bullets pelted on the galvanized roofacid rain dissolved traces of zincand it ran down gutters collecting bits of lead from paint and soaked into the groundshowered tomato plants festive blooms perched at odd angles on their angelic heads

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oneword: punchby t. zoEy benallythick red syrup glugged out the narrow end, leapt into the pitcher, thinner than honey and much cooler than the stuff that pours out from Pompeii; he slid the pitcher under the faucet, glass scratched againt stainless steel, and approximated the amount to make one liter of punch.

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oneword: facesby t. zoEy benallyshe faces away from the wind, doesn't like sand blow into her eyes, did not really mind sand blasted into her scalp, snugged near hair folicles, tucked beside hair shafts, boulders kneel at the base of tall, leafless trees.

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oneword: rollby t. zoEy benallyit turned to a greasy smear on the sidewalk concretecandy oils creeped into grey crevicesabandoned tootsie roll left over after the fair

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oneword: baseby t. zoEy benally7 inch strip at the wall basecovered in dark chocolate rubberto protect dry wall and latex paint from muddy pine-sol scented mop water

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