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1  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / paper airplane on: November 21, 2017, 06:32:25 AM
Feather float above Forrest Gump
Red shoes clatter down stairs
A red balloon in a grey sky
But still no paper airplane.

It needs a tall building, a windless day
It needs computer graphics
Like the breeze in the hair off the Polar Express
It needs a movie to follow its flight.

The paper airplane has miles to fly
Young canoe you paddle to the sea
It flies in swoops, no destination
A sweet cry against gravity.

Crease the center under thumbnail
Make each fold so sharp
Release from the tower above Bunker Hill
Let tall ships wave with their arms.
2  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / dream on: November 20, 2017, 06:23:58 AM
Dawn creeps at the window, a grey, not quite black
Aware now of the pillow, aware now of the sheets
Fully occupied in recollection of the dream
Itís fading fast from what it used to mean.

The dream evaporating, the dog barks and itís gone
Though maybe itís the best you ever had
Heart reaches out in longing, mind reaches for some hold
Just feel the contentment of waking up so clear.

There are dreams of anxiety, dreams of undone work
A dream that teaches you a word
Waking from the perfect dream in the greying dawn
Perfect, so perfect that itís gone.
3  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / crossword on: November 20, 2017, 06:13:46 AM
There's a word youíre sure of
It doesnít really fit
Itís the perfect answer
For the clue.

The right number of letters
What else could it be?
But it doesnít fit the letters
Already there.

Does that mean
Those two are wrong
Seven and fifteen down?
But those fit with others acrossÖ

Leave it for the moment
Work on the bottom right
Leave the perfect answer
To the side.

The letters in scrabble
They donít get clues
They spell a word
Aim for the points.

There's no theme in scrabble
If itís a word, itís good
The crossword
Has to make more sense.

Will Shortz plays ping-pong
All over the world
Sounds like he plays for keeps
Now heís got this crazy clueÖ.

4  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / nurse on: November 20, 2017, 06:02:25 AM
Statistics are needed for a nurse PhD
Thereís a need to gather data
To learn what is working and what it not
But statistics can seem like magic.

I tutor a nurse in this kind of math
How to know how large a sample
Is needed for understanding outcomes
To know if treatment is working.

Itís a strange dance, the sample size
The framing of the null hypothesis
Itís a strange dance but the steps come clear
A nurse contributes to medicine.

What would you guess if you can run a ward
Keep track of all of the patients
Cover for doctors, keep the staff happy
Why get stumped by a thing like statistics?

The doctorate earned by a nurse
How does that fit with the doctors?
Their residencies and molded careers
Do they feel odd? Do they feel jealous?
5  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / magnifying glass on: November 20, 2017, 05:51:00 AM
You say you know the back of your hand
You are sure of each freckle
Each hair is counted and only God does
You say itís all been discovered.

But look now through the magnifying glass
Look at the new image of wrinkles
There the contours of each knuckle
Thereís a new world there to recover.

And now clip a hair for the microscope
Discover the pattern of notches
A flake of skin, its memory of cells
Built into its snake-like pattern.

You say you know the back of your hand
You say it like we should believe you
But what of the pigments in the sunís rays
Can you say how theyíre built, what drives them?

Muscles flex, bend back your wrist
Splay fingers wide and stretch them
The chemical fuel to make that move
Is that a part of your knowledge?
6  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / fountain on: November 20, 2017, 05:38:28 AM
The aqueduct feeds the public fountain
Neptune driving the horse
Gods of Rome, Republics Pride
The peopleís free water source.

Now it is pumps that build the pressure
Fountains are charging arcs
Computer controls ordered salvos
The water itself is the art.

Weíve got whole walls of sheeting water
In the desert they like them the best
Las Vegas strives for the glory of Rome
A striving spaghetti western set.

There used to be two, separate but equal
Water fountains in public places
A travesty of welcome
The gift of water broken saddened in grief.

A fountain says water is free
Free to form as we wish it
Freedom, Freedom, the water way
To the soft river flows the fountain.
7  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / zebra on: November 15, 2017, 07:00:02 AM
The palomino has bold markings
And so, in truth, does the beagle
Leopards have spots and giraffes and cheetahs
But the best stripes lie on the zebra.

What strange camouflage to flash in the gallop
A strobe light to dazzle the lion
The herd moves like a picket fence
A blur from the big catís perspective.

A donkey can bray to the wind all day
The dogs bark to each other
The zebra just laughs at the hyena
Their jokes are their own and they love them.

In England they say, the pedestrian way
Is to walk on the stripes of the zebra
I donít think the beast likes this in the least
Thereís no dignity in being a crosswalk.
8  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / razor on: November 15, 2017, 06:49:52 AM
My grandfatherís kit from World War One
Still worked for me for years
Twist off the handle to open the top
To clean or replace the blade.

The kit had a mirror the size of a card
And a box of olive drab
The handle came off for compact storage
Blades fit in a slide.

Sometimes too, it would catch on the lip
Red showing through the foam
But mostly was safe, a safety razor
From the trip they took over there.

I remember some rations in a tin box
Chocolate dried to its death
Ten cigarettes in a small pack
How victory came breath by breath.

His foot was wounded though he made to walk straight
And he worked afterwards to make shoes
Keeping the books for the factory
Walked a Block Warden for World War Two.
9  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / court on: November 13, 2017, 08:18:22 AM
The building looks old
With mint green paint
On molding done in hardwood.

The building looks old
WIth the chained defendants
Drawn along in jumpsuits.

The building looks old
With benched like pews
The gates, portraits of judges.

The building looks old
But itís considered new
The old one burned to ashes.

It makes you worry
The old story
Arson at the courthouse.

The courthouse burned
With all the records
stacked outside, what a strange thing.

So how does this work
The wheels of justice
Are they greased by something hidden?

One judge relieved
For slashing tires
Another let go for torture.

The building looks old
And you know at least two
Donít know their ass from their elbow.

Scratch your head
Then shake it too
Justice is blind as a raven.
10  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / stoop on: November 13, 2017, 08:07:19 AM
A scrap of territory, squatting on a stoop
A flag of presence checks the way
Demand for recognition, the way ladies block a door
The calls a sign not to be ignored.

Maybe thatís the consequence of living in a box
In a box next to others in the same
That stairs are there for access is really not the point
The stairs are there to see and be seen.

The stoop has its order, its up and its down
Like hens in a coop, theyíve got their chain
And some are not welcome on the stoop at all
Not hooked into the links of the chain.

The steps to the basement run down the side
No one sits there though those are also stairs
They donít make the display of sitting up on the stoop
Theyíre for nighttime and bums to hide away.
11  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / bodega on: November 13, 2017, 07:57:49 AM
Our first cookpot in Virginia
A lidded aluminum bowl
Came from a store selling rice and beans
Empanadas and robusta coffee.

Is that a bodega? I just donít know
No one slept there with diamond lined shoes
Colombians and others came to shop there
The shelves stacked higher than me.

Seems more serious than a seven eleven
Fresh sausages and liver and meats
It was dark and close and full of stuff
An espresso pot got bought next.

Is that a bodega? I just donít know
Iíve seen others that look like crime fronts
Half empty shelves, well more than half
No service, no smile, just chill.
12  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / podium on: November 13, 2017, 07:42:02 AM
Theyíre never so nice on the speakerís side
Like backstage behind the set
The edges unfinished, water stains on the shelf
The electronics patched in with raw wires.

Thereís sweat on the palms of most who stand here
Thereíre butterflies in their guts
Itís good that the podium hides their knees
That knock a bit in the lights.

A podium built to hide all that
Look good from the front and thatís it
Hold a glass and pages of speech
Let the palms squeeze on the lip.

The speakerís breath is shuddered in
After the intro thatís partly flubbed
Imagine the audience in their underwear
Then smile and open it up.

Speak from the heart, thatís the advice
When the heart shrinks then really what then?
Speak from the heart and let them all know
The new thing that theyíve never known.
13  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / camp fire on: November 09, 2017, 06:27:09 AM
Hereís smoke in your eye as you shift your seat
Move to the shift of the wind
Pop and the sparks rising at you
The wind now follows you.

Itís the dance with the fire, the dance with the wind
Hop over the pile of branches
Itís still getting hot, flames are leaping
Itíll settle as the night fills.


This fire pit gets used quite bit
Here where the river runs past
The cattle drive yearly comes through
And the buffalo hunt before that.

Itís cottonwood and that means some smoke
As the coffee boils in the pot
The stars are so clear in the sky tonight
The cowboy could sing a song.

Itís  a song that they sing when the wind dies
And the smoke rises straight to the stars
And the river murmurs and the horses shift
And the slow world sways with the song.
14  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / waves on: November 08, 2017, 12:23:28 PM
Waves are the slaves of the wind
Blow in Alaska, do the Eddie Aikau
Forty feet of green glass
With a boardís white flying wake.

Blow in the Aleutians, pound the North Shore
Kam Highway crowded with cars
All parked above Waimea Bay
Surf sounding in crescendos.

They help them out on jet skies
The monster where Eddie would go
The break is huge for giant swells
On the slope of the entire bay.

In summertime, the waterís so clear
The waves tame on the beach
Kids rock jumping twenty foot leaps
The crazy shows even then.

The Aleutian storms clear the beach
Waves wash it all to the stream
The jumping rock is drowned over
The surfers are set to begin.
15  ObjectWriting / Object Writing Word Of The Day / cemetery on: November 08, 2017, 12:08:58 PM
The grave of Harriet Beecher Stowe
A landmark in the snow
Snow drifted to the second floor
At most building corners.

The grave of Harriet Beecher Stowe
An oblix on a mound
Orients the unbroken path
Shoulders drive at the drifts.

This is the powder burying all
This is silence of unmoving things
All is white, all is clean
The oblix still rises tall.

A gentle spirit at her grave in the spring
Sit calm on the grass to feel it
The passing of fierceness, its aftermath
In the spring, the birds and the bluettes.

This grave will see snow of six foot depth
Every now and again
A blizzard to mark a generation
A struggle to wander again.

Breakthrough the snow to the Stowe grave
And on in the clean morning air
The Commons is closed, no breakfast today
But the cemetery has a path through it.
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