Haiku

Oh, Rainbow Headband:
How I love to sport your style;
help me show my pride.

June Jordan & Love

Quoting a quote from an essay I just read by Zoe Ruiz, A Fantasy of Flight:

In 'Some Of Us Did Not Die,' June Jordan wrote:
'Bisexuality means I am free and I am as likely to want to love a woman as I am likely to want to love a man, and what about that? Isn’t that what freedom implies?'

Two more women echoing what more people should know. It's just that simple.

*****

Also, another great representation (albeit slightly more indignant) version of the freedom to love whomever you want:

stickerpants

Dragonfly Eggs

At dinner al fresco this evening, I noticed something white tucked into the leaves of the plants around the garden. My love says they are dragonfly eggs.

I have dragonfly eggs growing in my garden. Grow, babies, grow.

On the Journey of Prop 8

Thoughts:

• The voters and the Supreme Court of California do not diminish my love for my partner.
• The law and love are unrelated.
  
• The Gay Rights Movement is not the same as the Civil Rights Movement; different principles, different histories, different battles. Comparisons of marriage rights are not a creative solution.
• I want to deeply question how and why I will get married/sign a civil partnership/have a commitment ceremony.
• I do not want to erase the parts of me that make me different. In fact, I want to express them even more.
  
• I want to be part of a movement and a campaign that unites rather than divides.
• I do not care if I am unrealistically idealistic--we do not truly know what is unrealistic.

• All of these are poems.

Blue Whales

I want to write as many
poems as it would take
to fill this blue whale--

and maybe dust him off
in the process.

On Gardening

My hands smell like sunscreen
and I feel as if I have been tending
my domain, marking my territory.

The bushes overgrown
needed cutting back.
The bramble was being unkind.
The collection of herbs
were dry and thirsty.

Moving a pot here,
clipping a branch there,
sweeping and composting
my own bit of green.

Mint

The first cup of peppermint tea
drunk round the aluminum
table; downstairs kitchen,
the hardwood floor,
the arches.

***

Lemon mint grown wild
along the Salmon River.
We took it home in soil,
a plastic bag; it survived
the winter.

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Our herb garden is growing
by pots and plants. First,
basil and coriander from seed.
Spearmint and a pineapple
variety bought special.


for FF, Dad, and love