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Friday, September 14, 2012

Poem for Today

Headache

I've stuffed my head
With thoughts.
Enslaved,
They rage
Clamor
Scrape
Free us from this dark keep!
Go on,
Open the hold.
Release them to air,
Wash my skull's walls
Of fingernails & blood,
Scrub its floor clean
Of vomit & filth,
Sweep out the
Pleas & the fears--
I'll have it full again
In a fortnight.
Or--to hell with this,
Just blow the heap
To smithereens.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Maybe and mayhem...

I will be the silence
Left between your blasts of relevance;
I will be the liar
Who invents the daily circumstance.
I will be the spire
Pointing deep into an empty sky;
I will be the ugly one who asks them why.
 
I will be the violence
Bringing chaos to their temperate views;
I will be the mire
When they try to wash their falsehoods true.
I will be the fire
When the world has left us cold and blue;
I will be the only one who stands beside you.

Friday, May 11, 2012

Why hello there, baby hellbenders.


Do you see these? They're Ozark hellbender babies, propagated in captivity due to the disappearance of their stock in Missouri's rivers. The decline of populations in the past century has led to their unfortunate positioning on the federal endangered species list.

The St. Louis Zoo and the Missouri Department of Conversation has been working the past decade to keep this incredible creature--the only giant salamander this side of Asia, and a bit of a boggler when it comes to figuring out how it came to exist in North America--from passing into extinction. In November 2011, the captive breeding program successfully hatched this batch of babies.

My first introduction to the elusive hellbender was in biology class; Doc Hatch had a preserved specimen in a gallon jar on his desk that elicited plenty of awe from us all and particularly great horror from most of the girls.

I saw a hellbender in person while gigging with my brother and dad one night on a trip home from college. For the uninitiated, you gig by taking a john boat rigged with halogen lights out on the river at night, allowing you to see the contents of the murky river that are invisible in the daylight. A skilled hand can use the gig pole tipped with a small trident to spear freshwater suckers, a fish most people don't cotton to much since it's rather boney. My brother, remembering the bottled hellbender from biology class, made a point to show me the hellbender wiggling quickly back down out of sight. To this day I consider that sighting of an Ozark hellbender in its natural habitat paramount to seeing a sasquatch or a wild okapi.

There are two subspecies of North America's Cryptobranchus alleganiensis,  which together form the genus Cryptobranchus and join the Andrias genus of Asian giant salamanders to form the Cryptobranchidae family. Fossil records of these giant salamanders date back 65 million years, making them a truly remarkable creature in my mind.

One subspecies, Cryptobranchus alleganiensis alleganiensis, known in vernacular as an Allegheny alligator, is found in Ohio, Pennsylvania, Maryland, West Virginia, Virginia, Kentucky, Illinois, Indiana, Tennessee, North Carolina, South Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi, Oklahoma and Kansas. The Ozark variety, known as Cryptobranchus alleganiensis bishopi, is found only in the rivers of lower Missouri and upper Arkansas, but in the past few decades, populations have dwindled to nearly nil.

No one truly knows how giant salamanders came to exist in North America. I, of course, have wacky theories related to Missouri's many caves, but we won't get into that right now. Considering they've been preying on and falling prey to the other creatures in their ecosystem in the rivers of my home state for thousands of years, I certainly hope this anomaly's time has not come. Some deride the Missouri Department of Conservation for its sometimes unexpected maneuvers, but I personally laud the captive propagation of Ozark hellbenders. It'll be a sad day in my heart should this five-fingered living fossil ever find itself locked in history for keeps.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Just wrote a new song...

Mater Mea

Verse
You strolled into my life
When all had left my side,
Oh, little did I realize
How well you improvised.

Chorus
Oh, what would I have been without you?
Where would my road have led?
Your hand upon me softly,
Your love in every word,
In every word you said.

Verse:
There was no guarantee,
Yet you never took from me,
You tried to set me free,
Past walls I failed to see.

Chorus:
Oh, what would I have been without you?
Where would my road have led?
Your hand upon me softly,
Your love in every word,
In every word you said.

Verse:
Your years defined my grace,
I'll miss your sure embrace,
Your courage kept us in the race,
You'll never be replaced.

Happy Mother's Day

I received my Mother's Day gift early, and it may well be the best Mother's Day gift ever.

A compound bow, half of the resolution I made over a year ago. A bow and a motorcycle are the two corporal things I discerned, after the great paring away, that would complete the essential me.

What does the mongrel need with a bow?

The mongrel needs to eat something of substance, the likes of which she never gets these days. One can't be raised on the dark savoriness of the wild and then achieve satiation with the flesh of the captive-bred-born-and-slaughtered.

The mongrel needs to eat flesh that has never known a pen. Free-range chickens are not the answer, nor will buying another's kill negate the need.

Muscles must now memorize, acute alertness must be honed, stealth and invisibility must become first nature.

I begin now, with the past 12 years burned behind me. From those ashes I rise a new being. In time you won't even remember that girl glutted with the gross acceptance of bondage latent in her tasteless repasts.