January 2012
1 post
2010 RECAP
Just after Brigid, I bought a house.
Named her Clementine. Let the women move in.
They filled the house with lavender and seeds
and warm curries. They built gardens. I wrote poems.
We constructed a maypole from bamboo and ribbons.
Said prayers for lovers, ate strawberry cake.
The hail came. Smashed the windows. Tore off the roof.
Ripped our scabs raw. We kicked off the blankets. We sang
into the...
October 2010
6 posts
golden
It is officially Autumn. I woke in the middle of a night and stumbled to the hall closet to get out an extra blanket. There is something energizing about this change. The hot summer was brutal. The broken glass, the broken air conditioner, the poison oak. It was a series of unfortunate events. The change in weather seems to be offering a change in being. Last time I wrote, I was confused and not...
August 2010
1 post
The smell of good mud and the back leg of a fox
I haven’t known what to write for months. It is easy to write about the garden. The growth, the smell of basil in the kitchen. It is harder to write about the personal growth, the difficult arrangement of beings. The last two months have been the most challenging. I think because I haven’t been home much. Not sure if I am hiding or just seeking refuge in the arms of my new lover. Not sure why it...
July 2010
2 posts
The Garden Song- by penny hill and kavi moon →
Together, together
Well, the rat died in Megan’s car. Not even the mechanic has been able to find it. Now every time she gets in her car she has to hold a fist full of Sweet Annie over her nose. She is currently travelling the country. I can’t imagine what hours on the road with the smell of dead rat must be like but she says it’s all just fine because she is writing a musical about it.
In other news:
We’ve added...
May 2010
8 posts
Mornings and Animals
I am not much of a pet person. I had a dog named Lilly once. My mom gave her away but told me she was hit by a car. Since then, I’ve never let myself get attached to animals. Except my kids. They are work enough. Penny went to Taos for a few days, we had to take care of Sam and at times it was frustrating. He rolled in some poo and needed a bath. He was missing his mama. He got out and ran around...
April 2010
12 posts
{18/30}
There are vegetables overflowing from every surface.
Growing from pots, saved from dumpsters, crooked
sculptures in bowls. The windows are open. Sampson
and Delilah are necking, frenzied black fur and growl.
Lemon Engine is learning the banjo. Cigarette perched
on bottom lip, clumsy claw hammer, occasionally she
looks up to see if she is disturbing anyone. Of course,
there is no sweeter noise. The...
We got pallets. We need chickens. →
“…I believe the first living cell had echoes of the future in it”
– Rilke
Been reading about EcoFeminism and discovered this... →
Poem 6
“We don’t run away,
we face our fears,
we look them straight into the eye
we’re not afraid to cry out.”
The sky was a disco when
you took me on a scavenger
hunt for your crazy. I found
nothing but peach pits and
crushed eggshells, the kind
of stuff that blooms into the
brightest yellow. If you sang
me a song for every mistake
you’ve made, I would never
stop turning the tape over.
Our...
Tuesday Evening
The kids are lined up on the corner
waiting for the ice cream man. They
are the pink headband gang, drumsticks
in back pockets. They know their loot
will go into the freezer ‘til after dinner
but the little ones still giggle nervous
as the big ones count their change.
Penny slices onions and the freshest
block of tofu. Megan scoops the
spaghetti squash into yellow mounds
of ribbon....
sunday dinner
We had our first dinner at Clementine last night. Tofu and wild rice. Ginger carrots and garlic asparagus. Berries with lemon and agave nectar. The house was bustling. Kids played. Grown folks laughed. The air was sweet and gentle. The table by the window was overflowing with sprouting starts. It felt like the calling forth of spring.
It was Hilary and Sampson’s first day home. She mowed the lawn...
March 2010
6 posts
spin us pretty
These days I catch myself always saying, “my roommate is a fire hooper.” I try to sneak it into random conversations , “You know, my roomate drinks the same brand of soymilk! Did you know she is a fire hooper? Like she hoola-hoops with fire… real fire!” The best part about Talia is not really that she is a fire hooper, (but she is!) it is that we seem to have sprouted...
New Lovely
It is interesting to me, to watch how a vision starts and then how it swerves and sways until somehow it arrives completely unfolded and more beautiful than you imagined. Today I got a call from Megan who is heading back to town after spending a few months working on an organic farm and traveling. Before she left, we had talked about the possibility of her living at Clementine, even though I was...
Thinking of building an outhouse. →
Apparently we should all be peeing on our compost heep.
February 2010
1 post
8 tags
Moving In
It was quite an ordeal thanks to banks and snowstorms and window handles, but we finally closed the deal on Clementine. We started moving in on February the 9th and hopefully all of us will be moved in by the end of the month. All the members of the house are experiencing major shifts. Hilary is about to go on tour and release her first album. She will be fixing up the garage out back, or...
January 2010
2 posts
we are all so brave
Todd drew a hot air balloon
on the inside of my elbow.
He lightly hammered the needle
over the drawing, his hand
shaking like permanence,
his mouth clenched like
ink soaked thread wrapped
tight around pen.
I’ve never written forever
and meant it. Take off is the
only thing I’ve mastered .
I’m learning to sustain flight.
There are a million ways
to be intimate.
I sketched a compass...
December 2009
5 posts
gathering
1.
While Hilary made the curry, I sliced the apples for the apple crisp. It snowed thirteen inches the day before, so we had already scooped our cups through the freshest drifts and made whiskey snow cones. We were kitchen aroma loopy. We talked about love and risk and leaving our hearts in their cases for awhile, but mostly we talked about Clementine.
Clementine is a house. She is an...
intentions
Clementine is an intentional community house that centers on sustainability, spiritual practice, social activism and artful living. It seeks to provide a nurturing environment and shared resources for growing children and women