mother of geometry

you see i am the mother of geometry; i made a mail organizer [rectangles & numbers]--

i got some new fabric, to curtain & pillow this house--more rectangularity(but when??)

i saw my own blue shadow plus baby, next to corn shadows, & thought,what shapes!--

yet i drew in happy shapelessnesses with finn, well mostly this was him--

i witnessed the end-signal of winter in this dead corn and its parallelogrammed-out shadow hallway infinity--

i saw these plops of paint, oozing out of shape, ready to be painted with--

and then i saw this boy painting the plate (content with moon-shape)--

in a star death shirt to be sure! cosmology, mythology (and to be someday,now, made into a smock)--

and then to witness this wiry ball of corny hair in the crystalline snow (billions of trapezoids are what we see, i believe)--

and finally to stack blocks with this boy, square upon round square upon square that is cubed-- (mother of geometry)---

that our excitement is what carries us [whale-barn]

something strikes me about a barn that i pass everyday in the driving that i do now. i go around the bend, i see it, something strikes about its white peeling agedness, and i always think of a poem right then, and then [now] i can never remember it.

this is why i want to make a movie about everything i see in iowa as i drive along, especially those old pregnant and forgotten whale-barns.

a barn is the whale of the midwest in its landlock.

a whale is the barn in its seabind.

because of you reading this, i figured out how to write it.

[the imprint of a laugh in the book of birth]

a year is made of small yearish pieces called minutes or days or even weeks

yearlong projects i wish to complete by doing small things all the time

*embroidered words everyday or every other day [quilts]
*weekly recordings of me & finn/// sounds, music, poems,
him learning language (for example, the song "hi!" we wrote on piano)[songs]
*weekly vision exchanges with 3 friends [communings]
*of love i should be so full/ book of birth [poems]

[incremental]

a poem for me and a poem for thee somehow r'uther cuz i'm thirty-three

Questions for my 33rd year

dear year,

in my 33 will a wonderful little baby come our way via my [currently hollow] uterus?
dear 33 the year, will you be when i make music again?
will I complete vision projects with friends & feel strength in that?
also will I begin a mama café plus and adjoined to a family-creative-playplace, which would help build community, perhaps earn me a living, and all the while be something that I so wholeheartedly believe in?
33, in you perhaps my first book is published in you, you year!
also I wonder in general how we’ll get by in you, 33. just in general. O I suppose how we always have. what's/how’s that?
and. what about. can you, thirty-three, even calculate what my finn will do & say & be??
and will I:::::::::: be able to do this research & writing on
motherness, poetry, birth, quakers, whitman, this research, this research
that I, weirdly enough,long to do?

I like the utterance, and the idea, of yes.

the cookie eater

my funny valentine

valentine's day walk (happy love day my friends!)

peter & finn & q-dog across the snowy field

up through the tree in our front yard

sign at the border between our backyard & the wooods!

snow shadows

where we get to in a 40-minute walk from our house

last nap/ first walk

Quinn with tree shadow/ back of the house

me & finn, on the first walk we took around in the woods and fields behind our new house

over this hill is coralville lake (frozen)

here it is

and this is one of finn's last naps in the house he was born in (with his beloved tigger)

first week in the little house by the lake

yay we are moved into our new house! here are some highlights of this week:::::
finn dancing as papa prepares a feast

one happy country livin' doggy

full moon rising/ see through the bedroom window

creation of the cow spider (perhaps she is the epitome of how it feels to move?)

the amazing saturday night feast courtesy of peter. . .

varieties of finn in the new house (first week) (and he is now 18 months old!)

first papa-finn nap in new house

finnegan playing as we [the parents of him] move around the minutiae of our lives (stack it up and pack it and unpack it and sometimes discard it and sometimes put it in piles)

bear feet!

what it is to bathe in this new house

finn's lovey corner [sleepytime owl, boo-boppa dinosaur, mr. buns, kraken, kitty, tigger, baby]