Pine Needle…Bed Rock… Paper Cut… Ranunculus

“Needlepoint and Paper-Cuts” #1 (Ranunculus) mixed media by Kay Jay, March 2020
“Ranunculus” #1 (photograph) by Kay Jay, March 2020

My Love… is paper scissors bedrock, the potential of blank paper.

Same as knowing what it feels like to be a lodgepole pine and stand still in forests, while lovers carve hearts and initials

into me.

The trunk that forms a swollen burl after repeated shocks,

protective in the evidence of how obvious how innocent how intentional how sensitive

and adaptive

in the face of,

in light of… those arabesques

our pronouncement

and commitment

expressed through lucid but deep cuts

until I become your sweet cambium peels…

and sappy;

Reaching a perfect pitch requiring fire and heat to release…

upon a floor, blanketed in a cushion

of soft and sharp needles, patient

dripping sticky

sugar water; the same nutrition and poultice that eases you

more useful than firewood

I am revolving doorways and bay windows with bench seats that secretly open into chests full of books, the eaves and the rafters and the beams, and fences to climb over and railroad ties;

you chewing on my most succulent insides

each disturbance of habitat

sending sudden and bursting new

shoots

instinctive

resilient,

self aware and

persevering…

our roots; connected intertwined traveling

to and away, tethered and anchored,

from the rising and expanding

(history)

of seeing

of witnessing everything

change,

while Matisse acquires many paper cuts to float above his quilts.

He makes his choice of pink table cloths and lemons, goldfish swimming like tangerine crescents, caresses his favorite dove, never mentioning turnip country again,

or her flatness,

or her darkness,

or her wetness.

Instead he hands each intimate shape to Lydia and points, “There.”

She places his silhouettes, like she does her feet according to his dance steps,

a choreography set to the plunking piano keys as played

by elbows

making

love

notes

in bold colors.

Notes as crushing on

as charmed by

as composed and spontaneous as ranunculus

that speak easy underground same as do

victorian tea gardens.

He listens to how

his fingers fit like a glove into a pair of scissors no thanks and in part due to the industrial revolution

and dozes off,

slips

into dreams, a future

where your radio jazz

accompanies a bouquet

that throws confetti from my lap

in order to stop what I am doing to set them in water.

The Thelonious Monk “I love You” (Sweetheart of All My Dreams) music audio is being posted on Stitched in Stone for No Commercial Purposes. (Expanded Edition) ℗ Originally released 1964. All rights reserved by Columbia Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment Released on: 2002-08-19 Composer, Lyricist: Arthur Fitch Producer: Teo Macero Drums: Ben Riley Composer, Lyricist: Kay Fitch Composer, Lyricist: Herbert Lowe Bass: Larry Gales Tenor Saxophone: Charlie Rouse

Sweet Tides at Haystack Rock…

Neptune with Sea Foam and Haystack Rock” (Cannon Beach, Oregon) photograph by Kay Jay (February 2020)

The day after you cut down the noble fir tree and Tom said he hoped it would snow, I asked you to take me to the funky lesbian-owned pet store on Division, so I could pick out a fish. The store was hot and muggy and smelled of living creatures, longing to escape their glass tanks and see-through plastic carriers. Children accompanied their parents through aisles of box turtles and geckos and snakes and all of the rumble fish were lethargic but one.

I told the punk-rock cashier girl that I was naming him Neptune and she said he was mighty handsome.

“Neptune with Sea Foam” close-up (Cannon Beach, Oregon) photograph by Kay Jay (February 2020)

We took Neptune to the coast and explained to the people that came up to learn what we were doing on the beach, that this was his first time returning home, and everybody looked at my tiny fish looking out at the enormous ocean, and agreed he was something special to see, here, of all places, where Haystack Rock juts from the crashing waves, skirted in fog until sun breaks illuminate her deep green peaks and landings.

You shouted out to me, how the tide was coming in fast, as I lied on my belly and steadied my shot, and then you scrambled to rescue Neptune’s jar, and the camera I held, as I kneeled in the waves, caught off guard and suddenly soaked, trying to run before I was even standing,

ending up laughing with you laughing with me too.

And I told you how unexpected and wonderful to be embraced by the ocean and brought into playfulness without effort all because of a tiny fish who flares his face like a sweet pea blossom, feeling like a firecracker.

Neptune with Sand (Cannon Beach, Oregon) photograph by Kay Jay (February 2020)
The Thievery Corporation “Sweet Tides” (Music Video) is being posted on Stitched in Stone for No Commercial Purpose. ft. LouLou Ghelichkhani, “Sweet Tides” is the final track from Thievery Corporation’s album “Radio Retaliation,” which saw release on September 23, 2008 through the band’s ESL Music imprint. // Support the band and GET RADIO RETALIATION // https://thieverycorporation.com/radio… // CREDITS // Staring: LouLou Ghelichkhani Music by: Thievery Corporation // LYRICS // It took so long, for me to realize How strong your heart is And all this time, my mind was working In strange ways Looking back on the days, just wanna be free Through the love in your eyes Now I’m staring inside, just wanna be free Through the love in your eyes Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of… Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of… Sharp turn, my mind is a blur Slow passage through the air Looking back on the days All over your mind, just wanna be free Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of… Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of… It took so long, for me to realize How strong your heart is And all this time, my mind was working In strange ways Sharp turn, my mind is a blur Slow passage through the air Looking back on the days All over your mind, just wanna be free Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of… Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of…