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Archive for the ‘Environment’ Category

strange property line

Thursday, November 11th, 2021
we’ve a strange property line . . .
(looks like we’ll be getting solar panels on the roof)


online tap water quality check by zipcode

Thursday, October 24th, 2019

Cleveland tap water quality test results for the Tremont neighborhood per the (Environmental Working Group) website.

Bromodichloromethane exceeds the standard by 125 times
(cancer causing)

Chloroform exceeds the standard by 30 times
(cancer causing)

Chromium (hexavalent) exceeds the standard by 5.1 times
(cancer causing)

Dibromochloromethane exceeds the standard by 36 times
(cancer causing)

Dichloroacetic acid exceeds the standard by 12 times
(cancer causing)

Nitrate exceeds the standard by 2.5 times
(cancer causing) *

Nitrate & nitrite exceed the standard by 7.3 times
(cancer causing) *

Total trihalomethanes (TTHMs) exceed the standard by 157 times
(cancer causing)

Trichloroacetic acid exceed the standard by 11 times
(cancer causing)

Go here and type in your zipcode to find your neighborhood’s ratings

* don’t know why they have Nitrate and Nitrate & Nitrite as 2 catagories


rabbit biting snake tail

Friday, May 5th, 2017

Climate March 2017, Washington, D.C.

Tolls for Thee

Driving back roads to avoid tolls
I see a snake trying to escape
across the highway
from a rabbit biting its tail
and pulling it back into the dirt
for lunch

All roads are toll roads

– Smith, 5.5.2017

We drove to D.C. last Friday to march with 200,000 other folk in the 2017 Climate March. I got to meet more of Lady’s family and protest the kleptocrats in power.

Climate March 2017, Washington, D.C.


Lady Poem 7-29-2016

Friday, July 29th, 2016

A shearwater nests on the edge of a cliff
to fall in dream to flight in space
its cruciform wings skim tips of waves
and it follows the whales to feed on their wakes

~ Lady


June 5, 2016 Lady Poem

Sunday, June 5th, 2016

Indigenous spirits of the woods
this sacred land

A squirrel holding a parcel
black shadows between his
competent furry fingers
the creatureness of
his philtrum, the
cleft of his nose

A chipmunk like a minnow
stopped on the shallows on a log, in pause
from shivering slits of her nares
to the stripes of her quivering
tail tip

I can get the meaning if I really
want – how do I know I’ve
got it, though

~ Lady


May 29, 2016 Lady Poem

Sunday, May 29th, 2016

How unexpected a bird flapping down from the roof – decision and missive rendered. Thock thock thock thock thock. Cross between rubber and drum.

Bird chatter indicative of a quiescence when the traffic ebbs. Carousel cars turn toward then into rafts of away.

I lift my head up from the computer in a minute of liberty. The noise of my inner work alleviated by the novelty of noticing or not – of peering through and dreaming.

Husband brings the paper up from stairs of concrete reality. In luxury the pages spill on couch. I do not want to read the headlines, just ads and human interest stories. Better I launder what I have. Smell of soap, clean carpets, dishes, bath, bit at a time. Groom. Sweep – then palate refreshed for clean look

Hearing birds again – someone cooes an opening

~ Lady



Monday, April 25th, 2016


Petals’ smoother-than-leaf
plastic velvet house essential
color and oil

Nectaries gild anther and pistil,
ovary, stamen, style and sepal

Methyl benzoate
aerates an immediate halo
of a painted landing pad

Strong busy black legs cling
Pollen shakes on brushing wing

Done, a bee cleans herself on
petals’ protruding lips

From tail to tip
she packs the pollen on
the bootstraps of her backleg hair

And when it’s had enough
when it knows it can make its stuff
a flower’s musking stops

~ Lady


aggressive gas guzzling Labor Day jets gulp the sky

Monday, September 7th, 2015


the Vietnam War was called the Coca-Cola War by some

Status Report 76

Aggressive gas guzzling Labor Day jets gulp the sky
killing our tax dollars for their propaganda . . .

Why do governments lie?

– Smith, 9.7.2015


the mouse that roared


the weird orange-eyed bee people

Monday, June 15th, 2015


my beekeeping Lady

Status Report 9

Strawberries are stiff and dry.
I prefer berries made out of berries.

I was an Old Testicle kind of guy,
believed in an eye for an eye,
until the whole world went blind.

Those without sin need cast their first atone.

There’s buried treasure
beneath her cotton white robe,
nipple on mountain seek.

Oh my! what orange eyes you have!
The better to squeeze you, my dear.

Rain comes, rain goes,
sometimes sun, sometimes haze,
the days are rearranged.

Wherever the buck stops, it damn sure ain’t here.

The daily wheel awoke
I walk to turn the spokes
pulling life I’m yoked.

Be aware the Ides of June, the Ides of May,
keep both Ides open.

– Smith, 6.15.2015

Was a bit trepidatious yesterday inspecting our beehive since last time they stung my hand and it swoll into a lobster claw for 3 days, but I went without protective gear anyway. It went fine until we were gathering everything to leave and I picked up a bit of burr comb we’d removed from the hive; there was a bee on it who didn’t like being squeezed and it stung the end of my thumb.

I took some Benadryl right away, then twice more before bed. No swelling yesterday, and this morning I wake with a swollen right thumb. But it’s not too bad. just big and tight and awkward because you use your thumb for everything from picking up your coffee cup to flicking a Bic to toke.

Learn and live so you can live and learn.



her beekeeping man


Ready – Lady Poem 6/11/2015

Thursday, June 11th, 2015


Whim steps to garden path
Growth loads jewelweed’s spring
Wood’s xylem shades us

~ Lady



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