Chechnya
Where, reportedly,
Our sons are murdered
They will not sin anymore
Or commit the crimes
The states say are capital
They will not bring
Us down with them in shame
And loss of standing
Though we are prostrate in
Outrage and
In grief
C L Couch
Crime Scene
She was asleep
And it fell upon her
Trapped from life
That left her never
To wake again
It is a still scene, now
Xes on the trees
Still riddled with disease
But will not
Fall now except to mortality
Her home crushed
She will not live there again
The roof is gone, and
The better home will not have her
Again
Unless haunted in memory
The bitterness in life
That will go on
If in arrhythmia
A halting step to pace
The life that will persist
That must
C L Couch
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Sliced
I shouldn’t write when sick
I shouldn’t do much of anything
I shouldn’t commit myself to what
Might need defending
From ignorance, later on
But
When I write some truer part of me leaks out
Anyway
And that seems good
Maybe healthy—I don’t know
Because I am not whole
Because I breathe in parts
C L Couch
Look
I know the children
And I know the children die
It happens every day
All the time
In real fires and in our strategies
Denying food
Denying safety
Denying home
Do we turn away to say
Not mine
Or do we look at it
To say
All ours
C L Couch
Housesitting
I open the cupboard
It smells like meat and spice in there
Does the bread turn into meat and bone
Flesh of my God?
God under the sink
It is dark with known and unknown faces
On cartons and bottles
Pipes that traipse and current on
To who knows where
A filtration plant
So that water might return someday
Water, wine, and blood
The earth weeps I know in
Native sadness
Lands bleeds into water
Ocean’s tears and sadness of
The distance from creation
When molecules
Were shiny and new
And compounds yawned themselves
Into existence
The car is outside
Waiting to carry me temporarily
Somewhere
There is a crease in back
Over which “forgiveness” in a decal
Declares pardon for the small
Collision that nonetheless
Threw me into the intersection
With enough brake force
Applied so that
Only I, my car, was hit
Where is God in this?
God is in the civil conversation
That we had after
In the gears and fluids of the car
That still work and convey me
Thence and whence
In the shadows of the house
Whose objects I don’t
Know so well
God is in the corners
And the spotlights
Of our lives
C L Couch
Choose the Day
I write about the world I haven’t seen
What else is there to do
Places in photographs and other images
Bits of sound that cannot spark a memory
But will become a recollection
A safe recalling of details
But if I don’t take in the world this way
And stultify my senses
What good
Is all the patter in my head
The galloping the heart takes
The state of caring for unknown
Sibling places of my own
The people I am
One of
In striving above the rim
Of need
That cries and presses
Issues that are real
Eschewing abstract
I care as if I know
You, too
We are species-creatures, after all
Created with a will
To have overwhelm compunction to go through it
Each of us, our discrete ways
To manage each cosmos
Of consequences
All of which to say, it happens
Over the China Sea, I
Breathe it here
The cyclone ruinous in northern Australia
Abandons me as well
You see me in another room
We add dimension
We have
The future of each other
Hazelnut or a grain of sand—the
Molecule metaphor of
Julian or Blake
The making of a world we can contain
Not to box the heart
But render viable the sanity
Of conviction in the worldly act
Perception’s generosity
Minds alert
Ready
We act
C L Couch
wedreamstandup
(for Cameron on World Down Syndrome Day)
we dream, stand up
we sense the world around us
we love what we know
we fear when we are the unknown
knowingly, love us
we love you
we love the world we have
in the family of care
trust us, we learn
we give and take, we want to
be a part of you
we’re born for that
and like you
as you
we make the way
of wonder
grow with us
love us
teach us
let us in the world
we are here, we are ready to serve
in our own way, yes, our way
which we share with you, all people
you know we are
receive and send
it is our way, isn’t it
we here on Earth
and in the clouds of soaring
dreams and directions
who knows where we land
but take off with us and all set down
together
our lives, our homes, our world
our given places
all our lives
all our loves
we dream, stand up
C L Couch
Science Always Starts
(NASA.gov)
Science always starts
With a question
Science always starts
This week’s question
This moment’s question
Have you seen this
Are you looking
Are you looking for
Have you seen
Are you looking
Precipitation Education
Why are there six
Sides
Why so many
Why so few
Science Opportunities for (the)
Future
Opportunities for
Future
Opportunities
For all schools to watch
For all
For all to watch
Exoplanet Transiting
Set to launch
“Aurorasaurus”
Citizen Scientist Project
Webinars
Citizen Scientist
NASA STEM
Earth Right Now
Sun and Water Cycle
Water Cycle
Sun
Solar Week in March
In the month of spring
Solar Eclipse Workshops next
NASA Journey to Mars
Free
Free Journey
Free Journey to Mars
Planetarium
Dome Education
New
Explore NASA Science
Website
New website
NASA Science
New science
New science website
Are you looking for
Find science resources
Are you looking for resources
Did you miss last week’s
Nasa’s Science Education
WOW
Education on the web
The web
Educating
Did you miss
Education
Science
Are you looking
Did you miss
Find resources
Don’t miss
Looking
Visit
Check out
Free
(Be) free
Celebrate
Integrating
Fly
Survey
Opportunities
Science starts always
Always with a question
This Week’s Question
Have you seen
Have you this
Check out the latest
WOW
With a question
Have you seen
Have you this
Mission
You have a mission
C L Couch
(Inspired by “the latest edition of NASA Education’s ‘Science WOW!’—your source for NASA opportunities in science education delivered ‘Weekly On Wednesday.’” Sent from education@nasa.gov.)
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Jazz Mass
Welcome to this house
Of Monk
Coltrane
And many more
Saintly-celebrating
Billie Holiday
Muddy Waters
Buddy Rich who sticks for
Ella
Sacred syncopated
Earth and all stars
Their music turns
A service
Into lifetime crazy, holy
Obligation
C L Couch
“Earth and all stars,” the first words of a hymn by Herbert Brokering composed for Saint Olaf College, Minnesota, first published in 1968
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