UMa: Ursa Major

bend your face alittle
over your lease
up above the end of the street
your body out in public
healing in real time
your knee unlocks
eases itself into the lake
a warm body with
a cool top

you chose gentleness
in this new heat
how is strength always
hiding in the bending
grass
how does it arrive w/
the morning
some mornings
and lend uncertainty
a better blanket
to keep the air in
sitting content or
some kind of happy
on the stoop

hopping
through the past
few months
myriad ectothermic
friendships that glisten
new against the passing
glass
as the entire pier
shifts from deeper
currents farther out
again,
does it arrive w/ those
same currents
events nearly imperceivable
until suddenly-
the sea

or a body’s back
on the wooden floor
a warm thing
and a hardness
linking Earth to
shoulder blades
no need to hammer
them into submission
or die for the cause
in anticipation of
a sundowne

be the bear they say
an ursa major
how to balance the
inner she-bear
with longer and longer
claws that push from
the floor
of a darkening sky
no matter if, or
when, an easier
rest approaches

either way
it’ll take
some black lipstick
or blouse to entreat
a dance w/ a new version
on the street newly
tarred
no, not barren or
destructive
again,
choosing an embrace
and pumping
each others blood

hands
take my hands
heap them on
until the dreams
continue through
their best parts
unabated
and then the drums
from out the mouth
beating
out to the corner
join me in the flight
a membership
an annual event

yes the revelry
yes the red lanterns
yes the silence on the
edge of the celebration

we can escape there
Any time we need

the voice and lights
fading as we exit
again,
softly

july. thirty. won.

Anddd we’re back. This month featuring the illustrations of Jacob Storer. We explored with some new styles, writing and painting in tandem, one medium influencing the other – and some slapdash random amblings.

Enjoy!

1)

IMG_9088
One fresh off the press to start:
So many new bodies and edges and
Shapes
Distort the memories of your skin.
To now, where I would hush to see it.
Fall forward, as if it were a pool;
And never toe the bottom.
An early dust with cold blankets
And a bright, muted sun
a day to suffer a
Joyous rebellion
Your forearms
Still lifting
Still and ligaments
Soldered into some thick-clothes
Busting shock of ice
As a greeting.
Welcome home to the plains;
No cap here
Just thinner
And thinner sky
While a weighted car turns over
in its bed of metal.

2)

IMG_9087There’s that fear again.

Peeking around the corner.

Framed against the purple.

Come to sabotage through silence.

Through the dark.

Light makes the biggest waves.

Seem benign.

In their sighing.

As they slam into shore.



3)

IMG_9090dandelion
dampered

darling
design

delivered
desecrate

Bud, bud, just – relax

dood
don’t

Tell me to relax

Dialogue

Dinner
Somewhere

We spoke of patience earlier
And what that harboring
Could eventually unleash
As an ocean

Ribs spreading from within
Like fins from long ago
Our heads swell
With the sudden

Akimbo

Hold on we say
Throttling the dash
Amassing inner wealth
Over atrophy

We’ll rim around again

Certain

Have to look don’t we
Even when we don’t know
What we’re looking at
Well

Worth the business
Of looking

Or spreading the wings of vision
Over the clouded sun
Our spots grow
As we glisten

Full on the air of place
And decision
We’ll apply a straight line
To accentuate

IMG_9092

Thoughts like baleen
Unnerving sense of expansion
In crowded lines
Pointing both up and down

Bump

Bump

Lunge

Ralphed all on

Is it an aerial view
We missed all along
Instead of a wall dripping

Maybe.

IMG_9091
Pollen suddenly collects on the island and the corners disperse they seem to dwindle if nothing else and leave the rest of the shapes desolate of texture or populace as they spread from one island to the next to the next to populate and impose or direct the water’s flow now that the land has been had the land has been decided for, not with so attempted that it now submits to the growing blend

Too late for the islanders

Bridges have been built
Across acidic lakes
Cross-hatched parcels
Lent to one another

An endless stream of dirt
That will eventually compress into a crown
Atop the holder’s head
Holds them all up

HARPOON & LIPS

So, the format has shifted a bit, or really just the schedule.
We’ll go monthly from now on.

This Month, featuring the photography of Cole Witter.

Cole is a very skilled and thoughtful photographer, and has been doing some incredible work throughout NYC for the past couple of years. Luckily, he obliged me when asked if some of his photos could be featured on allthisthunder, and then generously provided the images that populate this post.

Please check out more of his work here.

Enjoy!



1)

Home Late

home late

find a flower. Butter it.
grease and satin. better now.
steely neck. arm wraparound.
all my friends. are dancers.
when you greet them.

some are made of steak. and horseradish.
the preferred dressing. they let melt in the sun.
all my friends. are nudely.
legs out. every hair immaculate.
when they greet you.

we mix colors. others don’t agree.
and slide together. a random joke.
we clean one another. of the AM.
and babble into. then learn our monsters.
how to greet them.

where to rest together. a community.
blooming in utero. atypical silos.
search for the staple gun. our needs.
they’re healthy. they’re brimming.
that’s how they greet you.



2)

Ida

ida buried her grandmother just once

Ida plunges her plow into the ground
And cuts a single note through the cool earth

-but it’s graphic
-some earthworms die

Ida walks from the field burning a stick
And it’s all the field can do, not to sigh

-slick and weathered
-she muscles through

Ida buried her grandmother just once
Among that cloudless patch of grass and sand

-she felt garbled
-and rendered lite

Ida searches at dusk for what she found
Years ago on a similar sojourn

-there are worries
-she’s worried out

Ida returns to her robust memry’
When she was the depth of the ocean too

-when she poured
-her power out

Ida returns to her robust memry’
When her spine ran the length of the cliff long

-when she cracked
-a boulder halved

Ida leans her weight against the alone

-and sunset bends



3)

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in front of nature

Gawd these legs-

That walk took fucking forever—————————————————————-

*You fill me up

You know that/

You fill me

Sometimes you only seem lent to us
And i worry you’ll become a statue
For others to walk by in a tall room
And wonder at how-a-wonder
The time with you must have been

-Cut

               You’re cut
You’re so cut
               I see your stomache
And mine is aching for yours
               I’m full on you after, so

                                                                                                  No stop shouting

Not so much
The mood
Anymore
Huh?

OK WHAT’s WRONG

Remember you’re from me
Remember my forearm
Remember several different waiting rooms
Remember the events
That lead to us

There

Cee?

Push back to me – and that milk – rushes through – brand new – my eyes up at yours

I’m in control



4)

helpful

Put some sunscreen on

built from

a body borne.

Else,

why devote time,

to the sky.

you’re wondrous,

without

anything.

And what,

a feat.

Feed.

the field,

where

wander dawned.

and bodies,

in assembly,

speak.

Each,

in their

confusion.

Colorful.

wreath

a health,

around them.

naked

in oldness,

its nudity.

it’s new

To me.

Baby Boi Jibberish

1)

DESPERADO:

this animal
is ragged
but this animal
has god

a thin body
and a pearl
cross.

does the circumstance
absolve from
the consequence.

regular lawd,
applauded.

-dip the prodigy
“this will bring rain.”


 

2)

THE SECOND-TO-FIRST TIME:

WHY, YOUR FOREARMS
ARE STEEL.
RUN MY HANDS
AMONG THEM.

“FINGERS-A-TANGLE”
BABY BOI JIBBERISH
OUT THESE MOUTHS.

CAPITALIZED BY
THESE BODIES, BONES.

IS OUR SCENT
AS BLURRED TO YOU
AS IT IS
TO ME?

AND-

DOES YOUR FATHER
LAUGH LIKE MINE?

AND WOULD HIS
HEART
SLIDE AROUND
IN A FLABBERGAST,
TO KNOW ABOUT US?

DON’T TELL ME-

DON’T TELL ME-

HE HASN’T WONDERED

ABOUT THE DUST WE
LEAVE ON ONE ANOTHER.


 

UNder Under under

Bubbler

I was feeling so burnt until you came,
now I start to fill with liquid again.

 how do you return to blow up old lungs.
why is it we seem to be leaning in.

 I’m trying not to read what you just wrote,
invisible underneath a wet tongue.

 Even when you’re pulled tight against my hips-
I almost wish, with guilt, that you’ll never end.

 What has carried us back to the same stream,
and why do you glisten new and unforgiving.

 How does this happen to two of our kind.
What sentence pulls us together through time.

 well if it doesn’t pan out we can always
float to the bottom and turn a few times.

just to get a foot down on the floor
of some designed and weathered parquet.
open a small fridge from a small corner
and stare at the essentials hardening there.

you seem to know a skills based life,
a needle in the correct position to give a
deserted body the rain it needs to start
a flood

nyc

Alright that’s it

So it goes.

Allthisthunder as a weekly poetry record ends on a happy note. The format has naturally expired; or run its course. 25 weeks is enough already!

Other projects are calling. But this blog will have updates from time to time.

A huge and heartfelt thank you to all the contributors. Your words and honesty lent a degree of credibility to this endeavor that would have otherwise been unattainable:

Danny Turek
Jasmine Henri Jordan
Fletcher Pierson
Juli Del Prete
Jenn Geiger
Neal Javenkoski
Rachael Everson
Jacob Horstmeier
Kate Cuellar

Thanks for the readership. Thanks for a platform.

How about that horse in a onesie though? Uffda.

Let’s end with a crisp clean haiku:

To set a weird goal
and attain new perspective
-that’s not what I planned.

Best,
Alex

truth looks like

1)

./././

their length is ten times yours
and even deeper still
a color held longer
a note that travels miles
held together a song

a rapture or an eve
when light leaves a new mark
the sentence begins now
follow deep down the throat
a truth of the stomach

underwater mountain
your guide in the wreckage
their length pulls you downward
glint of a forgotten rock
and deeper deeper still

will the uncertain depth
attend or just devote
you to an uncertain
depth of your new-found soul
and deeper deeper still


 

2)

good grief

it’ll take all evening
checking account with-child

surrounded by cards now
get well soon or just well

and electric heater
supplements the boiler

taking a good amount
of supplements lately

it’s still a wild dark red
where they found them last week

can’t pretend to feel safe
the old hum of traffic

sounds to me a new kind
of dark and lowly work

oh, have to work in the
morning – could you hold me

my neighbor, my neighbor
you are needed tonight

hard enough harmonies
you, me, and the dull crowd

my neighbor, my neighbor
chase them away tonight

how can you fear what you
used to crave, a good sleep

brings me back to that one
moment over and – oh

set the timer won’t you
the sun is rising now

-Kerry James Marshall