Off-leash

Sam Pepys and me

This morning Tom comes to me, and I advise him how to deal with his mistress’s mother about his giving her a joynture, but I intend to speak with her shortly, and tell her my mind.
Then to my Lord Sandwich by water, and told him how well things do go in the country with me, of which he was very glad, and seems to concern himself much for me. Thence with Mr. Creed to Westminster Hall, and by and by thither comes Captn. Ferrers, upon my sending for him, and we three to Creeds chamber, and there sat a good while and drank chocolate.
Here I am told how things go at Court; that the young men get uppermost, and the old serious lords are out of favour; that Sir H. Bennet, being brought into Sir Edward Nicholas’s place, Sir Charles Barkeley is made Privy Purse; a most vicious person, and one whom Mr. Pierce, the surgeon, to-day (at which I laugh to myself), did tell me that he offered his wife 300l. per annum to be his mistress. He also told me that none in Court hath more the King’s ear now than Sir Charles Barkeley, and Sir H. Bennet, and my Lady Castlemaine, whose interest is now as great as ever and that Mrs. Haslerigge, the great beauty, is got with child, and now brought to bed, and lays it to the King or the Duke of York. He tells me too that my Lord St. Albans’ is like to be Lord Treasurer: all which things do trouble me much. Here I staid talking a good while, and so by water to see Mr. Moore, who is out of bed and in a way to be well, and thence home, and with Commr. Pett by water to view Woods masts that he proffers to sell, which we found bad, and so to Deptford to look over some businesses, and so home and I to my office, all our talk being upon Sir J. M. and Sir W. B.’s base carriage against him at their late being at Chatham, which I am sorry to hear, but I doubt not but we shall fling Sir W. B. upon his back ere long.
At my office, I hearing Sir W. Pen was not well, I went to him to see, and sat with him, and so home and to bed.

how to deal with joy
in a country of creeds

you get the urge to bark
and be childlike

out in the woods
we look but do not see


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 17 October 1662.

Snapdragons

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
~ Antirrhinum

Flax flower, dog flower with a maw
gaping under the weight of a bee
or pressure from fingers—

Is the soul really stronger
than it believes
itself to be?

So many filaments
in the canopy, tugged
by an unseen force.

Where the sun begins
to disappear from the world,
the light is briefly gold.

I too have opened
my mouth even when
it was not asked.

Cursed

Sam Pepys and me

And so I rose in good temper, finding a good chimneypiece made in my upper dining-room chamber, and the diningroom wainscoat in a good forwardness, at which I am glad, and then to the office, where by T. Hater I found all things to my mind, and so we sat at the office till noon, and then at home to dinner with my wife. Then coming Mr. Creede in order to some business with Sir J. Minnes about his accounts, this afternoon I took him to the Treasury office, where Sir John and I did stay late paying some money to the men that are saved out of the Satisfaction that was lost the other day. The King gives them half-pay, which is more than is used in such cases, for they never used to have any thing, and yet the men were most outrageously discontented, and did rail and curse us till I was troubled to hear it, and wished myself unconcerned therein. Mr. Creede seeing us engaged took leave of us. Here late, and so home, and at the office set down my journey-journall to this hour, and so shut up my book, giving God thanks for my good success therein, and so home, and to supper, and to bed.
I hear Mr. Moore is in a way of recovery. Sir H. Bennet made Secretary of State in Sir Edward Nicholas’s stead; not known whether by consent or not.
My brother Tom and Cooke are come to town I hear this morning, and he sends me word that his mistress’s mother is also come to treat with us about her daughter’s portion and her jointure, which I am willing should be out of Sturtlow lands.

finding a war where
all things are lost
to outrage

I curse myself
and go home
to a wayward earth


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 16 October 1662.

Seeing and Being Seen

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
Those years I couldn't swallow
anything with the skin or stench

of a fowl, with the fur of fruit,
with a salt-shell or pod. The juice

of tomatoes wrecked the lining of my gut,
the flush of their cheeks stippled a flat

tattoo on my calves. The first time I met
the ghost of my own mortality, I cried into

its knitted shawl. I know it was only
practicing how to reconcile with itself,

but my shaking has never stopped. Nor
has my need to dress my sharpest fears

in finery while opening the door to lion and
lamb, letting them both sit and eat at my table.

On Google Earth

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
What I see on the fence
is the sign Transient House

But aren't all homes
temporary? It is no longer

connected to me or to mine,
by virtue of deed or sale

or transfer. Still, the contours
are familiar: the double arches

above the front windows, the eaves
and soffits; the east-facing porch

where my father used to sit in his
bathrobe in the mornings. Now,

the front looks a little like
a scrapyard, the tin mailbox

something a bird's heart might have
burst through. The shadow of old vines

on the outer walls: whether herald or
lament, it's hard to tell the difference.

Of Course

Sam Pepys and me

My mind, though out of trouble, yet intent upon my journey home, being desirous to know how all my matters go there, I could hardly sleep, but waked very early; and, when it was time, did call up Will, and we rose, and musique (with a bandore for the base) did give me a levett; and so we got ready; and while breakfast was providing, I went forth (by the way finding Mr. George Mountagu and his Lady, whom I saluted, going to take their coach thus early to proceed on their journey, they having lodged in the chamber just under me all this night) and showed Mr. Cooke King’s College Chapel, Trinity College, and St. John’s College Library; and that being done, to our inn again: where I met Dr. Fairbrother brought thither by my brother Tom, and he did breakfast with us, a very good-natured man he is, and told us how the room we were in was the room where Cromwell and his associated officers did begin to plot and act their mischiefs in these counties.
Having eat well, only our oysters proving bad, we mounted, having a pair of boots that I borrowed and carried with me from Impington, my own to be sent from Cambridge to London, and took leave of all, and begun our journey about nine o’clock. After we had rode about 10 miles we got out of our way into Royston road, which did vex me cruelly, and the worst for that my brother’s horse, which was lame yesterday, grows worse to-day, that he could not keep pace with us. At last with much ado we got into the road again, having misguided also a gentleman’s man who had lost his master and thought us to be going the same way did follow us, but coming into the road again we met with his master, by his coat a divine, but I perceiving Tom’s horse not able to keep with us, I desired Mr. Cooke and him to take their own time, and Will and I we rode before them keeping a good pace, and came to Ware about three o’clock in the afternoon, the ways being every where but bad. Here I fell into acquaintance and eat and drank with the divine, but know not who he is, and after an hour’s bait to myself and horses he, though resolved to have lodged there, yet for company would out again, and so we remounted at four o’clock, and he went with me as far almost as Tibbald’s and there parted with us, taking up there for all night, but finding our horses in good case and the night being pretty light, though by reason of clouds the moon did not shine out, we even made shift from one place to another to reach London, though both of us very weary. And having left our horses at their masters, walked home, found all things well, and with full joy, though very weary, came home and went to bed, there happening nothing since our going to my discontent in the least degree; which do so please me, that I cannot but bless God for my journey, observing a whole course of success from the beginning to the end of it, and I do find it to be the reward of my diligence, which all along in this has been extraordinary, for I have not had the least kind of divertisement imaginable since my going forth, but merely carrying on my business which God has been pleased to bless.
So to bed very hot and feverish by being weary, but early morning the fever was over.

how hard a break
with nature is the road

thought to be going
the same way as us

ways being everywhere
horses in the night

finding the moon shift
from one place to another

each thing is a whole course
in the imaginable


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 15 October 1662.

Aftershocks

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
Though caffeine has a diuretic effect, I drink it
throughout the day.

It does not seem to make much difference if I drink
coffee at midnight; I am sleepy no matter what.

But when I slip into bed, thoughts race
in my head, jolting me awake.

I will try to write in declarative sentences,
in defiance of all that merely masquerades as true.

Five earthquakes were recorded in different
Philippine cities over the last twenty-four hours.

A plume of hot steam rose nine hundred feet
into the air above Taal volcano.

More than landscape changes
in the aftermath of extremity.

There is sorrow in the aftermath; there is
also anticipatory grief.

In 1990, after earthquakes nearly leveled my city,
a telecom company set up emergency hotlines.

People lined up to call someone— anyone—
to let them know.

Father died. Grandmother died. The house
collapsed. A bus lay at the bottom of the ravine.

There was water in the lake. The grocer handed out
bread and cans of beans through a hole in the wall.

The children were afraid
to take off their shoes at night.

The takers

Sam Pepys and me

Up, and did digest into a method all I could say in our defence, in case there should be occasion, for I hear he will have counsel to plead for him in the Court, and so about nine o’clock to the court at the Lordshipp where the jury was called; and there being vacancies, they would have had my father, in respect to him, have been one of the Homage, but he thought fit to refuse it, he not knowing enough the customs of the town. They being sworn and the charge given them, they fell to our business, finding the heir-at-law to be my uncle Thomas; but Sir Robert did tell them that he had seen how the estate was devised to my father by my uncle’s will, according to the custom of the manour, which they would have denied, first, that it was not according to the custom of the manour, proposing some difficulty about the half-acre of land which is given the heir-at-law according to custom, which did put me into great fear lest it might not be in my uncle’s possession at his death, but mortgaged with other to T. Trice (who was there, and was with my good will admitted to Taylor’s house mortgaged to him if not being worth the money for which it was mortgaged, which I perceive he now, although he lately bragged the contrary, yet is now sensible of, and would have us to redeem it with money, and he would now resurrender it to us rather than the heir-at-law) or else that it was part of Goody Gorum’s in which she has a life, and so might not be capable of being according to the custom given to the heir-at-law, but Will Stanks tells me we are sure enough against all that.
Then they fell to talk of Piggott’s land mortgaged to my uncle, but he never admitted to it, which they now as heir would have admitted to. But the steward, as he promised me, did find pretensions very kindly and readily to put off their admittance, by which I find they are much defeated, and if ever, I hope, will now listen to a treaty and agreement with us, at our meeting at London. So they took their leaves of the steward and Court, and went away, and by and by, after other business many brought in, they broke up to dinner. So my father and I home with great content to dinner; my mind now as full against the afternoon business, which we sat upon after dinner at the Court, and did sue out a recovery, and cut off the intayle; and my brothers there, to join therein. And my father and I admitted to all the lands; he for life, and I for myself and my heirs in reversion, and then did surrender according to bargain to Prior, Greene, and Shepheard the three cottages with their appurtenances that they have bought of us, and that being done and taken leave of the steward, I did with most compleat joy of mind go from the Court with my father home, and in a quarter of an hour did get on horseback, with my brother Tom, Cooke, and Will, all mounted, and without eating or drinking, take leave of father, mother, Pall, to whom I did give 10s., but have shown no kindness since I come, for I find her so very ill-natured that I cannot love her, and she so cruel a hypocrite that she can cry when she pleases, and John and I away, calling in at Hinchingbroke, and taking leave in three words of my Lady, and the young ladies; and so by moonlight most bravely all the way to Cambridge, with great pleasure, whither we come at about nine o’clock, and took up at the Bear, but the house being full of guests we had very ill lodging, which troubled me, but had a supper, and my mind at good ease, and so to bed. Will in another bed in my chamber.

in defence of a thought
given to the state

they would have our half-acre
given to death

but who would redeem it
money might not be enough

and they took the leaves
green appurtenances of light


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 14 October 1662.

Family Trees

river in November light between bare woods and mountain

~ Candidatus Sukunaarchaeum mirabile


Scientists have found a tiny microbe
which isn't a virus, yet acts like one
because it seemingly has only one purpose:
to make more copies of itself by stealing
what it needs from its host. A picture
on a slide looks like delicate
embroidery— peach-colored French knots
inside a sac of gauze. Its name points
to the marvelous, to the kind of mystery reserved
for gods and ancient fossils. Scientists
say it straddles the line between life and not-
life
— which is not the same as saying everyone
who doesn't look like us or talk like us is a kind of
non-life, which then might make it possible
to round them up like animals and pack them off
to Uzbekistan or Eswatini. What do labels
even mean— legal, illegal, alien, documented— if
life on earth had to begin somewhere and in all
likelihood we have one universal common ancestor.

Poetry Blog Digest 2025, Week 41

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This week: intruding in Eden, remembering how to dream, the angel of history, a museum or diaspora of things, and much more. Enjoy.

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