fieldnotes 1.9.17


‘…putting on my gloves and bury my bones in the Marshland…’

bluejay. chickadees. song sparrows. frozen crabapples. 10 robins as my mind goes on about bloody hands and cactus trees. redtail hawk. ice still making funny noises. flicker in flight. overheard at riverbend. mallards and kingfisher scolding. i hear another from back in the woods across the river. big flock of canada geese flies in. 120 or so. more robins. chickadees. ‘smart tall functioning girl’ he says.

Quote: (gloves): David Bowie / ‘Never Get Old’ from Reality (2003)


The overwhelming cathartic —
for a minute
I cast a giant shadow.
The siren, in truth.

And then the clouds rolled in.

(In January you have no choice.
There is sun or there is warmth.)

It takes walking to work it out:
how you know this is true, too.
There is no future.
There is no photograph.
There is no memory.
There is no dream.
There is nothing,
because all touch but none can be
the presence,
the present.

(I look to the day
when this might at lsat take,
and another day,
the next.)

I put on my sleeves,
sink my bones in the freeze.

Maybe we are loneliest,
after all.

Keep this to yourself.
Turn it into cocoon food,
metamorphosis fuel.

It is enough.


(19/33), afternoon

chickadee. 2 redbellied woodpeckers. big flock of robins by the cattails. dozens. couple bluebirds mixed in. I take that back. there are hundreds. hundreds of robins. dozen or so bluebirds. chickadees. oh! northern shrike! redtailed hawks. brown creeper. redbellied woodpecker. coyote. ice still making funny noises. little flocks of chickadees. what are these fluffy seed things? (keep this for yourself) mallards and black ducks. another big flock of robins. nuthatch.

about fieldnotes

fieldnotes was written at the Marsh beginning Sept. 26, 2016 and ending near the same time in the following year, collected in memo books over the course of many rambling walks.
Beginning on Sept. 26, 2019, three years after the writing, fieldnotes will be published in its entirety, with posts appearing as the corresponding write-dates occur.
(at least to the best of my ability)

Author: Emily

i once was lost

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