Found this poem while looking for another.
by Eileen Myles
I was so willing to pull a page out of my notebook, a day, several bright days and live them as if I was only alive, thirsty, timeless, young enough, to do this one more time, to dare to have nothing so much to lose and to feel that potential dying of the self in the light as the only thing I thought that was spiritual, possible and because I had no other way to call that mind, I called it poetry, but it was flesh and time and bread and friends frightened and free enough to want to have another day that way, tear another page.
Driving from Las Vegas to Seattle via Grand Canyon and Yellowstone
5 mountain passes
4 national forests
3 Indian reservations
1 continental divide
4 national parks
10 gas stations
3 yellow Volkswagen Beetles
2 bald eagles
1 western tanager
1 circumhorizontal arc
4 dust devils
5 buffalo herds
Sunday 17th June – Tuesday 3rd July 2018
A poem found on the Blodgett Canyon Overlook Trail in Ravalli County, Montana, USA.
How to Find Green Spaces in Cities
What happens to your romantic life
if you don’t use dating apps?
What France’s “Spiderman” reveals
about your views on immigration.
Blackcap, redstart, yellowhammer:
what’s in a bird’s name?
Please don’t roast marshmallows
over the erupting Hawaii volcano.
[All content (including title) mined from internet news headlines on my Twitter feed at 11:45 am on 30th May 2018]