One Poem. One Planet. April 26, 2017

26.

Notebook Fragment

The king boletus is perfect
for days like this when you could really use
a forest mushroom to retaliate on cruelty—
a round proud audacious head
pushing out of the loamy ground
is a ruddy forehead to stomp, a bloated face
to kick.

–Arlitia Jones, April 26, 2017

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We went Walkabout, me, the guy and the dog. Feeling almost 💯 today. I’ve also had a bad knee for about a month and today it “clicked” when I crouched down to unload the washer and now it feels great. I love walking here because there’s no real path, you just wander from driftwood to driftwood, listen to crane jokes, look for the ubiquitous bear tracks, forget what you’re doing and end up standing and squinting at the bright horizon and mirrored water for long moments of just breathing and breathing and breathing in the warm sun and salt air until the dog hits your leg with a stick she’s packing in her teeth and starts you off walking again. Love to you, friends ❤️

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Rainy day in the booknook reading this beautiful work. Not much happening here today. Dan and I are both feeling I’ll, not from rona mercifully. We got our second dose of shingles vax and it’s a doozy. Every joint is on fire and my skin feels like it’s covered in sand paper. From everything I’ve heard, this is a one day affliction and preferable over actually getting shingles which is excruciating and can last for weeks. We got our shots at Carrs Pharmacy (not trying to sell you anything, just a psa about how close and easy it is to get a vaccine.) Walk-in. Free. Painless in the moment. Afterward I bought three kinds of popsicles and I’m slowly making my way through them to see which flavor is best—pomegranate is an early leader.

Who do I talk to to see to it the next evolutionary step for halibut is they go ahead and panko their own selves?