HE SHOWS HIS GRANDDAUGHTER THE COMPOST BINS

 

HE SHOWS HIS GRANDDAUGHTER

THE COMPOST BINS ON SATURDAY


He had been out of garbology

since he left the mountain retreat village

that broke everything down. Now

that he was back into it


he remembered cardboard

counted as brown. He would

bring himself up to speed.

His own composting,


Put something together,

from Old French,

make plant manure, he tells her,

and she looks at him


to show she didn’t understand.

Plant shit, he says,

and she smiles.

It’s kind of a honey bucket.


You brought this pizza

in a cardboard carton.

Wet it in the sink and it’s soft

enough to tear in 20 minutes.


It goes into the compost

tomorrow on top of the grass.

This makes our planet younger.

Cardboard counts as brown.


Jim Bodeen

12 October 2024

THREAD OF CREATION

THREAD OF CREATION

HEART CENTER DREAMING


          --for Karen


Any glimpse enough

Making documents of cloth

Around weathered arms


Anywhere to anywhere

Unleashing real existence


Jim Bodeen

12 October 2024

LOOKING THROUGH BOTH SETS OF EYES

 

LOOKING THROUGH BOTH SETS OF EYES


What do others do

when everything--

I mean, the only one one’s ever loved

disappears behind swinging doors



Walk the hallways

Look at the art on the walls

Write in the notebook

Any of it can bring trouble



What I saw

she never could

It helped me see

what I couldn’t see



through the alternative

lens—then again,

and later, to see

with ordinary eyes



what I’d seen under

medicine’s dizziness.

Ordinariness of the third eye

Third ear listening



Jim Bodeen

2 October 2024

Storypath/Cuentocamino: : OTHER STAIRS, AND OTHER STAIRCASES

Storypath/Cuentocamino: : OTHER STAIRS, AND OTHER STAIRCASES:   What do others do when everything-- I mean, the only one he’s ever loved disappears behind swinging doors? Walk the hallways Look...

DRIVING TO ELLENSBURG WITH STEVE TO STUDY BONHOEFFER

 

DRIVING TO ELLENSBURG ON I-90

TO STUDY BONHOEFFER WITH STEVE

BEFORE THE 2024 ELECTION


        --for Steve Hill


Driving home he says these things

come up on his phone every day--


I get the last one: What good shall I do?

This thing called grace, the cheap one,


what we talk about. Steve’s catalogue

built from yard sales, a garden with no


white space, surrounded

(immersed?) by the homeless


(and every homeless plant

re-planted) is a catalogue of things


to do daily advocating for those

living in tents, sleeping under tarps.


Shopping carts, dogs, doorway

urinals, letters to city hall, nothing


eliminated from Steve’s agenda.

You don’t go off the handle,


ever? Nope.

What would that do? The book


in his bag, today, Trash.

But I thought you were reading Bonhoeffer?


Steve is costly grace. Steve has

his twenty people, it’s such a small


circle, he says, walking me through

his compost system, from kitchen


waste to aged-top

soil, showing me how his sprinklers


keep things moist. Here pick

some figs, he says. This is Cedar


Monroe’s poor white journey, Trash.,

still deep suffering to attend to,


still much work to be done,

Steve handing Monroe’s book


to me in the car, paraphrasing

his own neighborhood full of color,


and poor whites: 66 million poor

whites in America: If you are housed,


or at least a verbal agreement to live somewhere…

Pastor Monroe. His cross on his desk:


We are not trash. The systems that kill us

are trash, his epilogue his anthem. Steve’s


got his hat on, his suspenders,

in cutoffs, looking at a boarded up


Victorian house as we drive

neighborhoods: Wouldn’t it be fun


to get that house and a bunch of kids

and fix it up! Bonhoeffer knows


deeply, he knows, how the Gospel

gets turned into its opposite through


such easy moves. How does Jesus

read scripture! So interesting.


Where do you begin?

The way Steve opens his phone--


Names what he’s grateful for,

three things, asks, What good shall


I do today, saying

Good things will happen.


One can’t be Christian and nationalist.

Answer your own questions.


Jim Bodeen

20 September-1 October 2024

THIRD EAR* LISTENING

 

THIRD EAR* LISTENING


Bicycle sunrise

Inside forbidden language

Saturday's letters


Soul work rain gutter gatha

Turning compost’s inner heat


Jim Bodeen

21 September 2024



*Theodore Reik, Listening with the Third Ear, 1948;

Elizabeth Rosner, Third Ear: Reflections

on the ART AND SCIENCE of LISTENING, 2024

THESE ARE THE LONELINESS STEPS

 

UNTITLED


These are the loneliness steps

of the back stairway. These

are the steps I walk to work


Take the door

off from the kitchen


Jim Bodeen

18 September 2024