cleothedog

Category: Poetry

how can you ever live just enough?
              and not too much or too little?

Love is not a luxury (newsletter relaunch!)

I recently relaunched my newsletter under a new title: salt air. Art and more in your inbox roughly once a month!

Check it out on Substack – and please subscribe (it’s free), read, and share!

Here’s an excerpt from the latest issue, “bitterness and light: Love is an act of resistance”:

One of the most salient things that I’ve been struck by, as the far-right movement has gained power and the country becomes increasingly fascist, is what I see as this movement’s potentially defining feature: its sociopathic lack of empathy. It’s every man for himself. And every animal, every ecosystem.

But when one person—or animal or ecosystem—suffers, we all suffer. And saying NO to this, in whatever ways we can, is an act of resistance.

Caring for our friends and family members and neighbors—showing them we care, doing what we can—is an act of resistance.

Love is an act of resistance. Joy is an act of resistance.

We can—and must—organize. We can and must find—and make—space for joy and connection. Fear—of what will come or that we can’t affect change—and apathy and pessimism—waiting it out, putting our heads in the sand—are what fuels this kind of darkness. The individuals behind this movement—and yes, there are particular people who benefit (corrupt politicians, tech billionaires, gas, oil, and healthcare industry execs, and so on)—want us to be separate and to feel afraid and powerless; it makes it easier to control us while they pillage. But we’re not powerless.

And when I say we must make space for joy, I don’t just mean “find ‘pockets’ of joy” or take what you can get, “just try and get through the next four years” or focus on “self-care” in the sense that that term is used now. Taking care of yourself is obviously paramount, and sometimes small things are what you can reach for and implement in a moment—lighting a candle, taking a bath, walking outside for 30 minutes, etc. But I mean radically making space for joy and connection, saying NO I will not submit, saying YES I love other people and we are together in this, even if (even though) we have monumental challenges ahead of and all around us.

Read more at saltairletter.substack.com!

Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee

i take a walk with Cleo

to the old neighborhood
         that old world of
down the street

i recognize all the old houses
and the old smells
         the house with the big nickel on the chimney
         the one that smells like laundry
         ours which used to be yellow

cars are buzzing down the Saw Mill Parkway to the left
and Cleo keeps tugging me wanting to go that way
but i keep us close to the inside circle
the one that winds its way back home

deciduous my lifeblood
evergreen my heart

fantasy

do you have any sunflowers?
i said
she opened the door to the greenhouse
       do i have any sunflowers?

i could have wept

Canthius issue 12

If you haven’t yet heard, Canthius issue 12 is available now and it includes a poem by me, called “grandmother clock,” along with other amazing writing and beautiful art by Jenny Zhang.

Canthius is an intersectional feminist literary magazine that publishes poetry and prose by women and women-identifying writers. ✌️

I am so happy and honored to be included! Visit Canthius’s online shop to order your copy of issue 12!

Or, if you’re local, find a local book retailer.

Check it out and please share! ❤️

yesterday morning
i could hear woodpeckers
but i couldn’t see them
there are rainbows in my heart
and my mind feels like glass

the wind’s high in the trees
sky is blue
there are early spring flowers coming up already in my hometown
a wee patch of snowdrops
buttercups 
it’s not even valentine’s day yet 
what happens when there is no winter?
does it not also mean that there is no spring, summer, or fall? 

i am dancing at the edge
twinkle lights and lit christmas trees & garland
even porch lights and lamps look like
holiday lights suspended in this fog