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Infant 1 All the world held between my teeth You are not ready to learn inheritance But I hand it to you freely In some time I cannot predict you accept 2 When I'm far from you Cosmic tether taut The triangle of our life Still bliss in distance 3 Lots of people obsess of children's toes, long fingers for future piano recitals. But when I saw your face, I knew you. I knew that frown, those ruddy cheeks, that mess of hair, that voice raised in calling me to meet your needs. Marveled I checked the months old ultrasound, your patriarchs bone structure, the memory of dreams I had where you ran to my open arms. But none of that was a hint to your true identity, the real uniqueness of the definition of my son. My son. I knew you all the time. My prince of eternity. My heart swallowed little bear cub. My signature blurred on the paperwork. I want you to remember this moment I claimed you. Remember, but belong wholey to your own universe. 4 Love is so small It tucks against my ribs Squeaks, grasps my finger And yet so huge I cant see beyond you 5 I am a swift and surprised salmon Snagged in the sharpness of your glory Bravely I would welcome your devouring Real life is becoming lost in love 6 My wife is the hero of my story When I tell my history it is her hips split Her tissue swollen and jaw tense In our house she is the wizard of life A fountain of grateful noise and scent If we were a rowboat, my son and I She is the lake, the hot sun, The welcome breeze, the shore We leave and always return

#poetry #children #birthdays #love

1st day of school dog poem

While I'm at school Sounds of text book spines cracking Computer screens blueing my eyes I imagine you fragile Afraid to go upstairs Growling cats on the bottom step Or you getting a drink of water Dripping it across the kitchen tile Your old gaze out the window A bark for the ups driver Two for a car door They cannot look beyond the pane And see your eyes are a galaxy of Retinal degeneration I imagine you sleeping On my side of the bed Wet nose on my pillow Lazily awaiting my return When you are gone maybe dead or better I will mimic you Let my toenails click the hallways Leave slobber on the window pane Try and love myself As a big voice A safe space Leader of the pack I always could have done better More walks Less crying More peanut butter Less phone calls And even tho you knew too That i could've done better You never said so A good soldier A good dog

Wasps in the garden center. Late summer 2017. #deadanimals #bees #savethebees

Mouse my cat killed and ate. Bathroom rug. First day of summer 2017.

My sister sent me this. Not roadkill.

Family of mice. Creswell lawn. Mid Spring. Spike the cat kill. #dead #animals #cute #mice

Skeleton early spring 2017 prairie rd junction city.

#deadanimal #deer #roadkill #vultureseason

Anatomy Poem #11

“Disease”

Rhinitis, Pharyngitis, Laryngitis,

Dypsnea

Epitaxis, Pneumothorax,

Tracheostomy, Nasogastric Tubing

Whatever ails you could kill you if

Underestimated potential is ignored

Swollen cavity, swollen pharynx, swollen larynx

Difficulty breathing

Nose bleed, pleura gas, surgical trachea opening

Nasal passed stomach tube

Don’t be afraid if you fall down

Or if you’re sick or just hungry

But if the respiration in question

Has a flare or obstruction:

Panic

#anatomy #poetry #panic #disease #itwillbeok

Anatomy Poem #10

“Plural Pleura”

Pleura is plural but that hardly is the point Each one surrounding or outlining spaces between joints Within the Thorax rightly hangs Balances, strong, and honored Left lung, right lung, heart between, and many inches trachea Parietal pleura implies outside Up against the cavity wall Diaphragmatic on diaphragmatic and mediastial holding all Except for the lung that visceral plot With visceral pleura surrounding and hot As breath or as sin or as something within Transferred from air sac to blood

#anatomy #poetry #pleura #thatsafancywordforsac

Anatomy Poem #9

“Where My Nasopharynx Lies”

Where my nasopharynx lies Truth is only a construct anyways Where my nasopharynx lies Beyond simple smells and bats in caves Rostral swamps the choana mythical Sweeping air in to the perfect pipette Dorsal above that crush of skull Ventral below is the soft squish of palate Here it is open, a straw full of gases Crossing the pharynx to the love of the lungs Where my nasopharynx lies You cannot see decisions made No one sleeps so deep inside Instead of a slumber bed you’d find: A slippery place for breath to slide Where my nasopharynx lies Up swings the interpharyngeal ostium Block the back the caudal boundary Prevent the stomach from swallowing bubbles Full of oxygen on pull and wasted breath on push Where my nasopharynx lies Everything blessed and sweet and controlled Ride that current towards the center Eye of the storm middle chest and deliver Needed nutrient to rollercoaster blood lines This is where my nasopharynx lies

#anatomy #poetry #nose #pharynx #lies #truth

Anatomy Poem #8

“Upside Down Tree”

More like a maple than an elm or a pine

More split like a heavy apple than a slender aspen

It must be imagined though that the roots lie with the skull

And reaching back, great trachea trunk to the middle of the thorax

Between the larynx and the carina, between where song sits and splits open

The c-shaped knotty trunk with a spine of muscle coursing air

With the forceful push and pull of diaphragm and faith

No squirrels or woodpeckers to mar the strength going back and down

Never reaching for the sun or swaying in a hurricane breeze

Instead branches climbing opposite the sky

At the chasm carina mainstream links to primary branches

Thick and directed left to left and right toward right

Each of these meeting lobe and splitting even more

Secondary branches the lobar conundrum of dispersal

Spreading oxygen like jam across the sacs of uptake in each section

To the left a cranial and caudal with impressions of aortic value and butting the diaphragm

To the right 4 compartments all cranial, caudal, medial and accessory unseen

Never enough space the esophagus and cardiac surfaces impress

And riding space the cardiac notch allows needles to pass by the fragile air balloons

Reaching the heart in cases of emergency

It is not a tree you climb, or enjoy shade underneath on a hot summer day

You will not find birds’ nests or pine cone nuts

And the fruit of this great organ is life

#anatomy #poetry #lungs #bronchi #breathing #trees

Anatomy Poem #7

“Voice Box”

So above is the laryngopharynx, no relation So below is the neck, muscles and bundles of vessels And that caudal part behind limps the trachea And that cranial part before the joining pharynx Nasal and oral alike only one bringing the life Eighth periodic element molecules of necessity

Articulating with both thyrohyoid bone And first tracheal bones this box Sitting in the neck a vibrating wonder Sing, howl, stir a question up or down All four cartilages creating resonance Passage to the bronchi feeding the lungs Atmosphere soup and laughter

Not alone of course Because between the ugly mouth And the clean criss-cross of air tubes Rests the apex of the epiglottis Atop the hook of the end of the soft palate And this is what decides What shall pass and what shall be forced Down the throat to be digested

#anatomy #poetry #poemsaboutanatomy #larynx #voice box

Anatomy Poem #6

“The Wall”

Wet, unthinking abyss

Beginning benign at nares

And stretching obstructed,

Dense and amoral,

Caudal toward the choanae

There is no united way

No single passage of joint flow

There is no tall tale

Mentioning the building of the wall

But it is strong down the middle

Membranous connecting to cartilage

Rostral and noticeably thick

Then a bony caudal portion

So that there is strength in separation

Right and left divided

Not liberal or conservative or both

But pungent and cavernous

Lined with mucosa and conchae

The tragic severance a necessary evil

Although where there’s a wall,

There is often a way and flush plumb backwards

Both roaring sides pass the septum

Course through the bones and the passages

Only to end up together at last

Mingled inseparable bravely descending

To where common is always the good sp�'�~��

#anatomy #poetry #septum #isyourspierced?

Anatomy Poems #5

“Meatus the Greatus”

Nasal meatus is the greatus

Formed by conchea superious

Dorsal up high

And ventral down low

Communicate with the narus and pharus

Along the nasal septus

A common, quite large, nasal meatus

And these passageways let us

Blow air down to our lungus

So thank the greatus meatus

For being such wonderful friendus

#anatomy #meatus #meat us #meet us #wtf #poetry #whenitypedthisformyteacheridefinedeachwordendinginus

Anatomy Poems #4

Choana, Conchae, Carina

1. Choana: Trapped between one opening and another, is yet even another opening. Not large obvious like their arched and flaring external counterparts. Not floppy or beach ball expansive, but sunny day meadow open. Open like doors on a good day chivalry. Open like palms to the wealth of earth. Atmosphere never seeps, it is drawn deep, and here can rest a bit, mix and mingle before the long caudal journey to the exchange sacs.

2. Conchae: Slightly ossified turbinates means little to amateurs and old spectators. But in the majority portion of each right or left cavity scrolls the labyrinth of endless filtration. Dorsally elongated ethmoid outgrowth maze is covered with mucosa and the same for the tight scrolls of the ventral portion though they lack the language of scribes. Attached to the cribiform holy holed plate and reaching for the frontal sinus, this is where trust quickly builds, that the body serves purpose and can protect from particular unpleasant pests, particles, or what could be punctures captured here for eternity.

3. Carina: Within the body there is no road less traveled, each track or branch takes as much as it can. This is the selfishness of cellular bodies. And no junction understands this as readily maybe as the base of the trachea as it breaks in to the right and left lung. Most of the time with a choice there is agonizing debate: right or left it is hard to decide. But here center of the chest, as the bronchi accept their dutiful passengers, no consciousness can get in the way of air splitting in to the extra capacity lobes of the lungs. Pushed and pulled by the diaphragm, the only need for the carina is to make sure every part gets a fair share of that life giving gas unseen, unfelt, unfettered.

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#anatomy #invisible body parts #poetry

Anatomy Poems #3

“Nasal Bones”

Not every bone of the skeleton is noble Some are forgotten because they lack junction Because with wet eyes we cannot see their action Faces course much deeper than skin Brain is not just housed in skull But here, rostral, mid-dorsal, center stage The wings of the cheek arches frame a long nasal house Picture window cartilage, and basement concrete oral vestibule This is the hardest part of the face to see without flesh Hidden between the teeth and the roof of the mouth We like to think of incisive as being biting Failing to appreciate the long hard plate it pushes caudally And that maxillary bunch of roots holding in the molars Is also a solid base for the layers of nasal complexity to rest Of course you have to have a slope, a form, a function The only bone to be a title and an area and a cavity Nasal itself sounds nasally and without it The collapse of the passageway would cause chaos Air filling a nothingness, so we must appreciate bones Paper plane shaped vomer, and curling ethmoid aside Feel that shape, the strength, the sureness of breath Incisive to Maxillary to Nasal constituents Not all bones can be noble, But every bone has a purpose for kings

#anatomy #nasal bones #poetry #this is fucking weird

Anatomy Poems #2

“System Parts”

Muzzles all tipped nose, the sensitive bare skin A two-way hose of atmospheric exchange From nasal bone arises long hollow cavities Ripe for filtering particulates and attempting Regulation of cephalic temperature equilibrium Past palate, the pharynx split twain First crosses to larynx and hovers in the box A howl, a whine, a simper noise, or serious voice Pushed back out through the mouth to make known itself Bargaining without that, comes the circular rings Not of Neptune or wedding hands But instead the strong pipes of trachea along the sternum Each side branching principal or lobar acceptance Deep in the lobes of un-tired lungs Reverse pressure balloons lifted by the diaphragm Expanding the chest with oxygen and collapsing Again with the cell waste unwanted

#respiration #anatomy #poetry

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