Abby Minor
Solar Eclipse
Raise your hand if
you live in a village! I do, I live in a village
in the ‘United’
States of America, a barn for every plotted
plot where finally
it rained & peonies
slump in two
shades of pink: oof:
heaven: heavy: seven
planets are in retrograde, in retrograde rose petals
in honey, the pollinators, the proposed Dollar
General where the motor court cottages
now nestle: hustle: the organizing
emails, the rally & the rest.
Rest. Call my elder to talk
about death which I do believe is the French
kiss of politics, that bee-buzzing
mess where the billboard meets
the field of soy: sigh: what Temperance
I do so hype in orange light
busted across the old bra factory lot, gravel
under grass: root
lock: stitch back: dark Sun sews
every parcel and every tract:
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The purpose and intent of each zoning district as spelled out within the ordinance gives
a guiding foundation as to how the municipality desires to allow certain uses and other
provisions to guide future growth and development in a particular area of the township,
even preserved or public lands as well, the County Planning Director writes. As you
can see,
It’s coming for us
says Charlie V., he who remembers the 70s
out in the fields: checkered
smallholder yields: his uncle
straightening up in the shadow of a hedgerow saying
Someday, you’re gonna get all your food
at the store: morsels:
parcels: seed wars:
land sales: by the grist
light of the valleys my village
is Gorgon-sighted, not united
within the ordinance
collects pop bottles shoots out sketches
of Arabs, grows delphinium
deals heroin, says made in America
says it’s classist to resist a dollar
chain: but may I Arraign:
I want to believe a moth,
a mouse, or a peasant
economy can live, not only
because the beast has over-
looked to crush it: eclipse it: trouble it:
fuck it: when it comes
for us, with our own
names emblazoned on the patents & titles speaking
in tongues—all I want
is for the villagers not to feel flattered
by the crushing.
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Beginning at a stone who makes it hum
what is eclipsed what is coming for us
what has come Beginning at a stone
thence by land now of Valentine Eplar South
five degrees West four hundred & four perches to a stone
thence by land now of James Potter South forty
five degrees East one hundred & fifty perches to a stone
thence by land now of Ealon Millers North five degrees
East five hundred & eight perches to a stone
North eighty five degrees West one hundred &
twenty four perches to the Beginning
chain to stone with all Mines, Minerals, Quarries,
Meadows, Marshes, Savannahs, Swamps, Cripples,
Woods, Underwoods, Timber and Trees, Ways, Waters, Water-
Courses, Commodities, Liberties, Appurtenances
chain to stone To Have and to Hold
hereby granted (except
as before excepted) unto the said Reuben Haines
surveyed in pursuance
of a Warrant dated the Tenth Day of July
1767 In the beginning was a stone
to a stone
to a stone
Because the abundance of land was on
their minds, the Family Locket
bloggers write, many of our Pennsylvania
German ancestors sought
land ownership as soon as they
were able: fable:
vested: valid:
valley to valley
stone to stone
then an engine sounds
in the alley & up the alley
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here comes a gaggle of kids walking alongside, hanging off the tractor
while one kid drives. They are motility
in liquid pink: I magnify: they stupefy:
they bounce & slide against the steely
squiggle of a short bearded
dude in cut-off everything, he’s along
to supervise—I recognize—it’s his white
van with ‘This is My Gun Family’ decal
with silhouettes of many types of guns—they go
left at West Street then up
to Plum. Ten minutes later here they come
around the block at five mph, park & switch
drivers. Each time they pass
over the course of an hour I shout to the girl
Brooklyn, baby bullet buzzing bronze along behind
her diesel hive, ‘Are you gonna drive?!’
Right in the middle of the school day
the engine cuts,
I guess they’re done, but then it fires up again
and here comes Brooklyn, last and best,
flying tractor beneath a high, high Sun:
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Ruminator: Illuminator:
Speculator: I see the falls
and deaths of emperors
Beginning at a stone
was appealing to our ancestors
Remember 160 perches
equals an acre a perfect acre
with the appurtenances
but what, exactly, IS a perch?
16 ½ feet
By chain to the Beginning forever
free and clear of all restrictions
and reserving only the fifth part of all Gold
and Silver Ore for the Commonwealth
To be delivered at the Pitt’s mouth
clean of all charges
around the moon
around the sun
who sees the fall
who makes it hum
to be delivered
at the Pitt’s mouth what is eclipsed
by one amoebic disc Moon
clicks into place
and the village goes
a little dark
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The grief comes around, it’s round
autarkic yarrow, what makes a garbage
of our guileless love with field and meadow:
It’s only so long before we get pushed,
says a villager, into the dump or the dump
gets built around us: who ‘found’ us: whose
fortunes: frontiers: If the proposed
Dollar General project requires a permit from the Army
Corps of Engineers, then the first
question we need to answer—
A hundred meetings: rhetorical
dancers: that store went
up in three weeks flat:
Some comrades said, Do
this, do that, but what they say
they do not do
they do not do
who makes it hum
beginning at a stone
Was the horse pasture
where the Wal-Mart is
That was the edge of town
before the drive home
Man, don’t even get me started
on the drive home
When It comes
back for us
A meadow
When it comes back
What does a dollar do in retrograde:
Nah, yard signs are divisive.
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Each time a constituent greets a bee to pollinate
civic vigor, scrub out the difference
between a poem & a letter
to the Editor—Dear Editor,
it’s the sizzle of land money, French fries,
dishes, tractors, palms
flat to the grass at auction: Suspension: Speculation:
apprehension: shaking
hands with neighbors & farmers
on all sides we die into the boundedness of grasses
plotted: taken:
granted: golden: when the Moon moves
in front of the Sun & the meadow
comes back for its wild
twin: twain: what sloppy
rain I do so strop
in linen light and thunder. A lackluster
comrade reports drilling has commenced
in the backyard, now roadwork goes on
inside her to make straight the overpass called I see
No Point: but may I Anoint
this our pointless hive: heavy:
humming: heaven: cause I see big slow
rain with fireflies in it and earlier came before
a blue & shapely shining pine, an intersection to keep
it real but not to Keep—Sun says
raise your hand
if you wanna approach
your wild twin: I know
we’re probably going to have a Dollar
General in east Penns Valley, Annie writes,
but I feel really inspired by this process &
You’ll breathe out
exactly as many times
as you’ll breathe in.
Laurel Anderson
Lauren Camp
Tina Cane
Willa Carroll
Charles K. Carter
Donna Castañeda
T. Clear
Barbara Daniels
Merridawn Duckler
Denise Duhamel
Cal Freeman
Majda Gama
zakia henderson-brown
Jessica Jacobs
Elizabeth Kuelbs
Michael Lauchlan
Tamara J. Madison
Jennifer Martelli
Abby Minor
Trevor Moffa
Caridad Moro-Gronlier
Stephanie Niu
Katherine Page
Iain Haley Pollock
Hannah Rodabaugh
Michael Rogner
Adrie Rose
Carole Symer
Carolyne Wright