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Corvids, cheese, capriccio. They/Them

Rheumy spoonie, occasionally poetic.
Gender affirming care is the bee's knees.
ACAB, Land Back, Wear Your Mask.

If you know my real name, this is my not-sharing-that account. I may create a hey-look-it's-me one later
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Barometric pressure in Seattle at 6:00 pm was about 29.55 inHg after a quick afternoon drop (gray vertical line is time stamp.) Yep, a storm just rolled in.

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#BombCyclone
Graph of barometric pressure in Seattle, WA between 7pm Nov 18th and 5 pm Nov 20th. Pressure is green-dot "normal" range above 29.8 inHg until around 1pm on the 19th, when it drops below 29.8 inHg. The marker turns into a blue square to indicate "Low" pressure, and it drops about 0.25 inHg in five hours to 29.55 inHg. It is predicted to continue to drop until about 11pm, with an expected low pressure of around 29.45 inHg. After 11pm, it is predicted to slowly rise, reaching "normal" pressures around 4:30 or 4:00 pm on the 20th.
November 20, 2024 at 2:15 AM
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Triolet A Day, January 10th

We're looking at record low temps, and maybe (probably?) some snow in the next few days. Some birds only visit when it snows. #TrioletADay #poetry
January 10th - Record Lows Cold brings clarity and I make plans when the day drips arctic encroachment to cover the taps and feed the gangs. Cold brings clarity and I make plans— new visitors will come with snowy hands, furred and feathered, pluripotent. Cold brings clarity and I make plans when the day drips arctic encroachment.
January 11, 2024 at 3:21 AM
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Today I smushed together several snippets of folklore, then used a random number generator to pick my source words: abominable, birds, where.
I couldn't resist "auspicy," which was in the source material, but not picked by the RNG. Sea-hags represent!
#TrioletADay #poetry
January 9th Side Theory Sea-hag auspicy where breakers weave words on duneside terraces. Warped abominable, shivering Kelp, not thoughts, not one size fits all, scattering birds. Sea-hag auspicy where breakers weave words. Rip tide foamy. Throat-caught surf verbs in with the tide, out with the quivering sea-hag auspicy. Where breakers weave words on duneside terraces. Warped. Abominable. Shivering.
January 10, 2024 at 4:19 AM
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#TrioletADay

I wasn't sure I was going to manage this one, but Dorothy Parker to the rescue. Sourced/inspired by two Dorothy Parker poems - Verse Reporting Late Arrival at a Conclusion, and Now at Liberty (and thinking about living in a pandemic all these years, now.) #poetry
January 8th - Borrowed from Dorothy But a scream, a riot, a thorn, reckless days. Once you’ve gone out it’s done, it’s done, This dancing about, it’s deliciously crazed But a scream. A riot. A thorn-wreck, less days. We’re stacking them high, erased, raw sways they lie, all choked out, leaf-loamed, moth-spun but a scream. A riot, a thorn. Wreckless days. Once you’ve gone out it’s done, it’s done.
January 9, 2024 at 3:02 AM
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Seeded by thinking about an artist friend starching fabric into form, the appearance of the effigy of some 15th-century knight in my feed, a little Dr. Who blinking, and biblically correct angels.

#TrioletADay #poetry
January 7th Saints Starch linen and gauze, charcoal and skin multitudinous. Effigies carve over pressure bruises smudge within starch linen and gauze, charcoal and skin quick-frozen, angel, marbled again. Eyes skim sky. Fly orphans, high, past steepled obscenities starch linen and gauze, charcoal and skin. Multitudinous. Effigies.
January 7, 2024 at 11:07 PM
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#TrioletADay, January 6th.
Today I took a section of my 12/30 triolet and repurposed it. Although I don't want to focus on chaining triolets, wouldn't it be lovely if they telephoned through the year, changing slightly with each telling?
January 6th - Redux We could reach, if we had grasp enough those an azimuth away, one curve over one arc through, one hollow rough we could reach, if we had grasp enough the angle from a to b, from apex to cuff a geometry of binding, one heart closer we could reach, if we had grasp enough those an azimuth away, one curve over. 12/30 An azimuth away, we’re so close in this year of bitter tidings, we could reach, if we had grasp enough, those an azimuth away, we’re so close to pushing through, give us just one post- elegiac skin-cracking shrapnel day; one good azimuth away, we’re so close In this year of bitter tidings, we could.
January 6, 2024 at 9:18 PM
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It's been a remarkably mild long dark time here in the Pacific Northwest this year, but we've snow in the forecast. I was struggling with inspiration today, but then stumbled across this haiku by Bashō:

’Tis the first snow—
Just enough to bend
The gladiolus leaves!

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It was enough.
#TrioletADay
January 5th - Winter Tarot Forecast Lesson plans to teach about snow: the first coming fall, just enough to bend your bed-burrito tight, throw glitter aglow. Lesson plans to teach about snow: pentacles down, January’s wind blows past intention and delight. Light suspends lesson plans to teach about snow. The first coming fall, just enough to bend.
January 6, 2024 at 2:28 AM
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Sometimes the lines take you a place you weren't expecting. Sometimes it's to balance the meter and the rhyme, sometimes it's just how it is.
I'm trying hard to enjoy the process and to not worry about "a good poem." #TrioletADay
January 4th - Bird Identification To tell the difference between a fox and a song sparrow, it’s not about forgiveness, It’s therapeutically unwise. Refocus and stop to tell the difference between a fox - re-route. It can’t all be so stripes and spots when we’re talking about sickness. To tell the difference between a fox and a song sparrow, it’s not about forgiveness.
January 4, 2024 at 8:27 PM
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Triolet Day 3
Seeded by found phrases in social media: "the end I liked, but I did not love," "the problems in the middle stem from the start," and "the tunnel is still dark." Bonus points to ongoing Supreme Court news posts in my feed.
January 3rd Triolet - Found The end I liked, but I did not love. Emphasis mine - the tunnel is still dark. The problems in the middle stem from the start. Sure is gloomy, if I’m being kind: the end I liked, but I did not love, emphasis mine. The constitution of our story may not align with the horoscope of our starry vigil. The end I liked, but I did not love. Emphasis mine - the tunnel is still dark. The problem’s in the middle.
January 4, 2024 at 1:14 AM
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Sure, let's pick "nausea" for the central rhyme.

A Year of Triolets, Day 2

In which I have the honor of the first rheumatology appointment of the year.
We can always switch to injectables if the nausea is too much. Dare I dexterity? My fingers are not as agile as they were. White cells up, livers curatorial - we can always switch to injectables, for the nausea. Let’s talk about NSAIDs, for pain, not euphoria In opiatric form. How’s the inflammation, the rot, We can always switch to injectables. If the nausea Is too much, dare I dexterity? My fingers are not.
January 2, 2024 at 5:29 PM
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A New Year's Day Triolet

Today is a day where there is so much pressure to commit to something new, something better, something "productive". Screw that colonialist Puritan bullshit.

Consider a revolution away from imperialist bus(y/i)ness. Inter gravissimas.
Inter Gravissimas It’s a new Gregorian year, a new revolution. Inter gravissimas, not too much. In tune with solar flux my tendons flare. I need a metered distribution. It’s a new Gregorian year, a new revolution let’s make something, break something, bring contemplation— inter gravissimas, no rash resolutions: It’s a new Gregorian year, let’s set some intentions, Inter gravissimas, not too much. In tune with solar flux.
January 1, 2024 at 8:48 PM
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A Triolet a Day, Day 2: Mudlarking

Mudlarking: "the romantic name for scavenging on the riverbank when the tide is out (www.archaeologynow.org/blog/what-to...)
December 31, 2023 at 8:23 PM
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Considering challenging myself to a triolet a day in 2024.

Triolet is a nine-line poetic form utilizing repetition and rhyme with 13th-century French roots.

I do love structured forms that utilize repetition.
An azimuth away, we’re so close in this year of bitter tidings, we could reach, if we had grasp enough, those an azimuth away, we’re so close to pushing through, give us just one post- elegiac skin-cracking shrapnel day; one good azimuth away, we’re so close In this year of bitter tidings, we could.
December 30, 2023 at 6:56 PM
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Today marks the last week of the summer fruit CSA. Fall is truly upon us; it is Apple Season. Until next year, cherries, apricots, nectarines, peaches, plums, and assorted crosses–I shall think of you fondly in my winter privation of stone fruits.
October 9, 2023 at 9:26 PM
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We have an occasional raven out here in north Seattle. Every now and then I hear the telltale squonking and know that we have a bigger than usual corvid paying a visit. For a while last year we had daily flyovers, but I haven't seen our ravens recently.
Screenshot of Merlin app, which identifies birds from a sound recording. Listed as captured in a recording are a chestnut-backed chickadee, a black-capped chickadee, a common raven, and a dark-eyed junco.
October 4, 2023 at 8:43 PM
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Our greybie would probably love caviar!

We haven't yet been suckered into spending money on a DNA test.....
Grey shorthaired cat with greenish yellow eyes looks into the camera from the back left corner of the image. Back feet proudly showing beans are in the forefront of the image.
September 8, 2023 at 12:38 AM