hermit nom the last of the potatoes were eaten the other night i left several rows in the autumn ground and the onions we ate the last few i should have picked them all there is a house in the woods it was built in 1967 they stamped the year at the door i found it on the first walk when i moved in and climbed my way up through the trees to see the mountainside i asked about it "she used to stay up there" the walls are made of two by four scraps cut in pieces and hammered together there are pine needles all over the floor the roof caved in winters ago the door is never closed there are childrens toys old rusty tins a table turned over "she used to stay up there" i think she was sick there are ghosts here ghosts everywhere the land talks like a floor that needed more nails when it was built a squeak here and a creak there there are pioneers living in the field someone built my rock wall and the grove i sometimes see cows who do not move they have been grazing in the same spot for eighty years near the big stone someone piled stones around it somebody cleared this field a long time ago 031225 ... mon near the big rock the boulder i like to sit on someone piled rubble little field rocks around it somebody cleared this earth a long time ago an ancient nation lived here once the government declared them extinct back in the 1950's they took away their homes but they walk here and live here i heard one of their ladies telling the history of here she doesn't exist she is as real as any flesh but she doesn't exist she is extinct people who don't know call this the valley of the lost souls nobody was here when the new explorers arrived they say but it is not fully true no village where my village stands no smoke from cooking fires no children or dogs playing but it is only partially true there were people here long ago like many they were given the smallpox blankets like many they were reduced to a misty cloud on a snowy mountain a rememberance on radio broadcasts and weekend papers an old woman telling stories to a summer crowd who can't keep still fluttering paper programme fans in an old schoolhouse room 031225 ... nom i watched a man outside the supermarket unloading the delivery truck why do i find these simple things amusing? a man and a truck unloading two kids getting soda from the machine at walmart when i saw them i wondered about them it is strange to wonder things about people you don't know like when will they die and what grades did they get in school i feel strange for wondering where did those vegetables come from the ones on the delivery truck does the man unloading stop to read the lables or does he alreay know without looking? maybe he used to read them but he stopped reading maybe it is the same truck every week and the same man and the same vegetables maybe he doesn't care at all why do i care 031225 ... nom in the hardware store a man at the counter was talking to the lady as i walked by "..and it got into the creek..and so now" horrified i thought to shake him what did? what got into the creek? i know, it is not my creek but i want to know tell me, which of the creeks? what happened? was anyone hurt? how could this have been prevented? what got into the water? did anyone drink it? i walked by i didn't stop half-a-second these thoughts half-a-second passing a man i didn't hear the whole story only a few words that alarmed me i didn't stop to stop i left the store i crossed the crosswalk the carollers were singing in and out of every shop i felt like joining them i joined them with my heart i clapped when others clapped i didn't sing along with my mouth 031225 ... nom the bookstore changed its name the man it was once named after died he died years ago i have his green 1940's filing cabinets i have his blue steamer trunk there was a tag on the handle a tag with his name on it they changed the name of the bookstore the bookstore on main street all the books are in new places "you must be a real poetry fan!" the new bookstore lady taking my money "yeah" my usual reply so much can be reduced to 'yeah' 031225 ... nom “All who wander are not lost.” Tolkien a community email someone lost their cat last week near the dutch barn 3 year old male long black hair big green eyes very friendly sometimes i feel like i'm a lost cat sometimes i am the missing poster i am pasting myself to telephone trees i am the glue and staples i am hoping someone will find me and return me to myself when i walk tomorrow i will be looking for that cat 031225 ... psychobabe nice life to live by 031225 ... birdmad apartment cottage in the middle of a sprawling city cave on a desolate mountainside hard to tell the difference sometimes even among family even among acquaintances even surrounded by two million people 031225 ... mon there are ghosts everywhere ghosts here and there the floor talks like the land that has been forgotten since the season it was tilled a bluejay cry and a grouse in the air there are coyotes in the woods someone forgot about my rock wall and the wild berries i sometimes see lights eyes that do not blink they have been gazing at the same tree for eighty years 031225 ... eatpaper .heeheehee. giggly and short. black beard and crazy black hermit hair. 031225 ... amy mon-oh-mon, this was and is great. 031226 ... nom . _t_h_a_n_k__y_o_u_ .-.-.thankyou.-.-. . .-.-.-.thank .-.-.you .-.very .-much .amy . 031227 ... psychobabe i sit back and sign aloud... and i cant help but think- "damn, i'm a fuckin hermit..." 040803 ... monee real hermits are cool i'm just a weirdo 041217 ... .nom i can run but i can't hide from myself 050207 ... tilt listening to echoes. 050215 ... anomalous recorded in clouds, in stone imprinted in clay 050514 ... flux hermite hermitian hermetic 050514 ... nom) who am i? & where have i been? these questions ring sting sting, i don't know what to say when i can't explain 051008 ... raze if i didn't have a bunch of four-legged friends here who've come to depend on me, i would move somewhere far away. i'd lie down on some pile of dirt in the middle of nowhere. and i wouldn't tell a soul i was leaving. i'd let everyone assume i was dead. to most of them, i already am. 230414 what's it to you? who go blather from