The Thing

Today’s Daily Post topic: Masks Off We’re less than a week away from Halloween! If you had to design a costume that channeled your true, innermost self, what would that costume look like? Would you dare to wear it?


In my walks in the woods
all alone
I feel the Thing 
tug at by bones

She is twisting
and turning
and wants to come out
The animal within
and she's no Eagle Scout.

All my life
I've been tame
face covered with makeup
and hair colored the same
as the models on t.v.
how boring how lame.

But in the market
when passing raw meat
I feel her--
The Thing---
it's the blood
that awakes her
she wants a treat

Her hair is greenish
and her eyes glow yellow
She knows not of neighbors
or manners or of the play
called Othello.

But she knows
how to pass
through the woods
and not make a sound
her feet are quite hairy
and so soft on the ground

She knows not by thinking
or study
She knows by living and 
breathing
and by smelling
what's bloody.

Don't make her mad--
The Thing--
and don't ask her
to come out on 
Halloween.

If you do
you'll find out
that she'll catch
the creature 
that's lurking about
in you.
And together--
together---
you'll howl at the moon.






Move Over Evan Rachel Wood (ya piece of meat!)

Today’s post topic: Fourth Wall You get to spend a day inside your favorite movie. Tell us which one it is — and what happens to you while you’re there.

I couldn’t help but notice the “trending” news on my Facebook feed this morning.  “Evan Rachel Wood reveals she ‘felt like meat’ during 2003 Vanity Fair cover shoot.”  I have a little beef with this.

First of all, it was 2003.  This is news….today???

Secondly, she is a piece of meat.  After you’ve lived in Yellowstone for a while you realize that all animals will one day be nothing more than meat.  But for now Wood is a piece of meat with a beautiful singing voice, and, I’m sure, emotions, feelings, and intelligence.

So now, I take you to a Douglas Fir tree in Yellowstone’s Northern Range.  I am there and singing.  You should always be singing in Yellowstone, especially when you’re alone.  Other animals need to know where you are, lest you become just a piece of meat.

This is what I sound like:

The marmots run from their dens

the birds are disturbed

by this singing girl

who’s not quite of their world.

With yellow hair

and blue eyes

she makes believe to dance.

But no one is in her arms,

this girl is in a trance.

Thank you nose!

Today’s post topic: Circuitous Paths A stranger knocks on your door, asking for directions from your home to the closest gas station (or café, or library. Your pick!). Instead of the fastest and shortest route, give him/her the one involving the most fun detours.

It was summer and very hot.  Our young black bear (just twenty months!) was venturing out on his own for the very first time.  A million smells entered his nose and sank into the tiny folds of his nasal cavities.  He could smell mother back at the big rock where she had nudged him away, the sage, a marmot in its den.  But the smell that interested him most was the crisp, cool smell of running water.

He was a stranger at the door.  His nose was giving him directions to a place he had yet traveled.  Well, he thought, maybe once with mother, but it has rained too many times since.  He decided it was time to start trusting his own instincts.

The water was not very far away, but bear could not see it or hear it.  Instead he saw tall, sweet-smelling sage.  And, if he stood on his hind legs, smooth boulders.  Each boulder had a tree growing from its base.  Bear followed his nose and it took him to the largest of the trees.

From one of the high branches of the tree, he heard a ruckus.  And it smelled good.  With ease he climbed up, up, up.  A small nest held four tiny chicks.  Their eyes had not yet opened and they were pink with newness.

Bear used his paw to scoop one of the birds.  It squirmed and writhed and fell down, down, down.  There it was very still.  So, bear scooped the other three.  At the base of the tree they were all four very still.  He climbed down, smelled, and ate them.

Thank you nose!

The scent of water lingered in the air and bear followed it until something better came into smell.  Bear had wandered into a small forest that followed a dried up stream.  The shade felt good but his nose directed him to a small clearing.

There he found tall bushes with wide leaves.  At the end of their stems were deep red berries.  He could not only see the red, he could smell it.  Using his long tongue and lips, he cleaned the bushes of their berries.  Pit and all.

The heat of the sun began to burn into his skin through his BLACK fur, and bear decided it was time to listen to his nose.  By now the water also smelled of fish and wet rocks.  He was getting close, but his nose had one last adventure in store!

Between he and the water lie the long, flat, and black rock.  He had seen it many times with his mother and knew of the animals that lived there.  As he approached the rock, the animals, which were before quickly moving this way and that, came to a stop.

Smaller and even stranger animals come from of the bigger animals that lived on the long, flat, and black rock.  Bear knew this.  He saw the big animals open up and the smaller ones crawl out.  Each one smelled so interesting.

He followed his nose on a path parallel to the long rock.  The animals with the purple mother smelled a little like fire.  The animals in the red (like the berries) mother smelled nothing like berries.  They all stopped to look at him.  But he didn’t have to look at them, and he didn’t care to.  He was following his nose.

The most awful smell he had ever smelled came from the animals in a big mother.  They were making a ruckus.  Each one was holding up a small, black object.  Bear didn’t know what this thing was, but he noticed that the animals did not seem interested in eating the thing in their hands.  They just held them up to their heads in front of their eyes.

They must be trying to hide from me, he thought.  How silly.  I could smell these animals from the top of the big mountain, they smell so bad.

Bear could not know it.  Would never know it.  But the animals smelled of money and Subway.

He moved on and crossed the long rock, walked through more sage, and followed his nose down to the river’s edge.  There he drank.  The coolness of the water felt good on his paws.  So he laid down.  The current of the river tugged at him, but he kept hold of a root on the riverbank with one paw.

Bison Calf

Today’s post topic: Reverse Shot What’s your earliest memory involving another person? Recreate the scene — from the other person’s perspective.

My mother was alone

when I was born.

What I remember

is the lick

lick

lick

of her tongue

against my red fur.

—-

On weak legs

I stretched and stood

and you were there:

on the long, flat

black rock

and inside your mother.

—-

There was a small noise

barely audible

in my new ears

and then you stepped

out from your mother

and didn’t look

weak at all.

—-

You watched me

as I watched you.

And then you got back into

your mother.

And she moved on.

Gray Wolf Talks Inequality

Today’s Post Topic: Unequal Terms  Did you know today is Blog Action Day? Join bloggers from around the world and write a post about what inequality means to you. Have you ever encountered it in your daily life?

I am a wolf

I am the wild

I am the wildness

That you shut out of yourself

And have forgotten about.

—-

You want to talk inequality?

I can survive on teeth

And speed

And family alone.

When was the last time

You left home without

Your smart phone?

—-

Inequality?

You weigh the world down

With your prolific population

And with your ups

We go down.

—-

Across the invisible boundary

And into your world.

We lose mother and father

And sister and brother.

Manifest Destiny!

Fuck you.

—-

I am the wild

I am a dwindling wildness.

Disgruntled Cyanobacteria: In Before There Was an “In”

Today’s Post Subject: Avant Garde From your musical tastes to your political views, were you ever way ahead of the rest of us, adopting the new and the emerging before everyone else?

You came to Yellowstone

to see wolves

and bears,

yet you barely glanced in

my direction.

Worse, you called me

“algae.”

Goddammit.

I am

CYANOBACTERIA!

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I am flamboyant orange

and proud.

My cyano friends are yellow

and like things HOT.

Then there are the cyano browns.

Those guys are real cool.

In 3 square inches

Of our beautifully colored mats

There are more of us

Than there are humans on Earth.

You think you’re so important?

We are the oldest known fossils.

We put oxygen in your atmosphere.

Try seeing wolves without oxygen.

We put nitrogen in the soil

So your plants can grow.

Did I mention, plants?

Those guys stole the show

A long time ago.

But those fucking chloroplasts

You learned about in school

Are actually cyanobacterium

Living within the plant cells.

You better recognize.