Stinky Bob

 

Photo Credit Ursula Gruber Jacobs 2020 

No dear, he is Geranium robertianum,and I love him. Yes, it is true, he smells of stinky arm pits. Sprawls out like a tent city on your lawn. Takes over. But please, see him like I see him. In the cool of the dusk, under sword fern and shade. A plant profile could not illustrate the feel of his spiny kiss, held to nose.

 

 

Breathe

 

Take him in. I took him in. Gave a place of prominence in a pot. Showcased among the chamomile and lemon balm. Saw what he does if you let him. He is not a weed. I am not a statistic. We shine my friend. 

 

 

"Herb-robert was traditionally used as an antiseptic, as well as to treat stomach upset and nosebleeds. Its leaves are edible and used by some to make tea. They have also been used crushed and rubbed on the skin as an insect repellent".

                                            

The Woodland Trust

https://www.woodlandtrust.org.uk › plants › wild-flowers

 

 

Poem: Jane Austen's Life Hack

En.Wikiqoute.org 

Gray one poem, Black one poem or all one poem, madness in the mixing

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh, how cliche, to yearn and pine                                (Oh, how cliche)

To linger awkwardly, toe the line,                                (to moan and whine)

When words, breath and thoughts combine                (to bury deep)

I am swooning, clutching chest                                   (this truth I find)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Oh, what the fool I seem to be                                       (Oh taste of muse)

To duck and dodge, to turn and flee                             (and smells of pine)

yet still I sigh impatiently,                                             (Like fingertips inside my mind)             

 

{waiting for auras to collide}                                {Ensnares thoughts unknowingly}

                                                                                        

Though I admit I to wish to kiss                                     (Hesitate, struggle, resist)

Delicate brows and dewy lips                                         (It buds at the root of play and jest)

Better to take to pen than to transgress                       (Feigning false indifference)?

and rush like wind to folly                                               (Shows how deeply one is ruled)

                                                                                       

                                                                                          

Poem:Lunacy (or how to lose composure)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like laces

    Tied and tumbling
    
                              Mute
 

Like laces tied and tumbling

Stagger, fits and starts

Like laces tied I am stumbling 

               Frozen.

Caress the sky with gaze                                                                                                                                             The earth pulled out from under me                                                                                                                                 I don't know what to say

Poem: Welcome 2021

Dread has this heavy feeling

Rock in my tummy

And this city leaves ash in my eyes

So I take to the woods

Moss cushioned steps

and words I can't take back

But I would not

If I could?

I would string them like pine cones

Like pearls around my neck

Red and blue? 

That shit's for you 

Smoke it by yourself

Poem:After Taste

I have stumbled through brush

and covered my eyes

Shut off the news so I do not entertain lies

And I still can't get this taste out my mouth

Poem: Music of the Blood (full poem)

It is what it is

To cut open your belly

and bleed out on stage

To open one's eyes

and be caught by surprise 

that other's stare back through the haze

Oh, what it is
To take all one's pain
Give birth to a dirge as you mourn on the page

A QUICK CAMPING TRIP TO GALVESTON STATE PARK (Before the Corona-virus)

Galveston Beach Camping 

Or what to do when the campsite's full

Do Not Freak Out, I Gotcha Covered

We had planned this trip. Or so I thought. I had taken every little consideration accept for reserving our spot. We never really know where we will end up when chasing gigs. I found that you cannot reserve some camp spots same day over the phone with the gov'ment (not a typo) and things can fill up reallllllllllllllll fast. 

Now I am not going to steer you wrong, but this may be illegal. 

A ranger told us to go and camp on the beach overnight, just go do it. Well, I have a fear of this for when we were in Corpus Christi a few years ago camping at a site, a couple on the beach were ran over in their little tent by drunk assholes driving around on the beach. Plus I do not like sand fleas in my hair. So what is a girl to do? May I introduce the newest innovation in camping science..

Blooming Cactus Galveston Beach State Park

THE SLEEP ON TOP OF YOUR CAR ON AN AIR MATTRESS TIED TO THE ROOF!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No lie.  I slept on the top of the car at the beach. We strapped an air mattress to the roof and I awoke to shooting stars and a full moon on the water. Beautiful.......

If that is not your thing, I suggest calling the site first to reserve a spot. Most sites want a 24-hour notice so be sure to plan ahead. 

I really enjoyed this spot. 

 

We also ran into a snag when all the parking was taken. So we parked our car at a spot that had free parking and rode down to the beach on our bikes.

Just be felxible and able to plan ahead. 

Update 4/1/2020

With all that is going on with social distancing, camping seems like a far away dream. Getting to know people, sitting at their fires..it really breaks my heart. I hope we all go out there and enjoy natures as spring blooms around us, as best we can.