Wildfire and Spatial Patterns in Forests in Northwestern Mexico: The United States Wishes It Had Similar Problems


In Northern Baja
primeval forests

of Jeffery Pine from
Spanish times

survive—fired for
millennia by Akwa’ala


California swelters
in drought and

Wildfires wipe out
forests of Norte timber

Mexican forests bone
dry burn differently


Old shrubs and needles
that fire closein seedlings

miss the seedlings apart
and forests al Sur

still mottle a hillside
where Jeffery Pine survive.

Stephens et. al., Ecology & Society.
Vol. 13, No. 2, Art. 10.

gypsum flats

Three hundred miles we’ve sat Together Under hot Central Valley sky Our lives splayed out at freeway speed Our hands touching somewhile Over the gearshift lever Let’s stop for a beer in Red Bluff Before heading up into Lassen Through forests of harvestable timber Lives of others are tv gardens Silt dust logging roads inches deep It’s the easing away That gets me mostly A sweet kiss and a cedar burl gift Here, Look. It’s for you. Nothing in the clear flat sky Suggests rain Men don’t walk across a dry Lakebed of gypsum and Cracked salt Without an idea of destination When you left – I didn’t know It was me.

simple things

simple things: street driving
to Lucky’s once lovely
has a stripped sense of

stranded and lack gumption
a trip to buy pork at the latest
lost in a thick fog huddled

in thick blankets—urbanity
the flavor’s missing in so
many milk duds I can’t

take Halloween seriously
even if I were accompanied
by three afro wearing hotties

I simplicity lack in things
engaged yellow remember
willy nilly litters the street

the people are alone at
separate sunny café tables
sipping for free wi-fi

one woman plays solitaire
while street cars clamor
an iPod girl texts steps

from the curb and under
a passing bus honking
whirring all electrical

we end up where we start
out all without our love
garden stripped and scattered.

Simple Rules


niche space
is hyper dimensional—

yet often
feeders feed
in one niche space
which collapses
to one:
the dimension most

food webs

and might have
what happens to
when fish are let
loose in
alpine lakes

Richard J. Williams & Neo D. Martinez,
NATURE |VOL 404 | 9 MARCH 2000

Ardipithecus ramidus

hominin bauplan
sesamoid bones
bipedal possible
knuckle walker not

you see on this
side of the tree
you have we

that side branches
with apes and

woodland huckleberry
palm and figs
monkey kudu
and peafowl

savannas aren’t
what make
walkers upright

stands of trees
shrubs grasses
and filtered light

buckeye hot springs

Buckeye Hot Springs

I I found my sitting spot again so comfortable in the sun or cloud shadowed over looking the spring but I’ve no suit A family of overweight women here then scrambling uphill lost exhausted their men yelling at them and theirs Always go that way Never this way Always toward your mom
II Finishing Jamal’s silly little book seated in this perfect spot a handsome family the mother so well put together perhaps she’s half black or part her man is grey her daughter barely tow headed
III two teen men tattooed go to their boxers an Arian cross on his white arm his friend some mulatto dips his afro and kids stumbling sliding down the dirt path while the Arian kid stands apart mixed races many many
IV As I sat was reading Jamal’s book I felt but didn’t recall how to say : I can put it like this: the thing I felt slipping between the sole of my foot and my flip flop was not a rock nor ant as I flung it off a snake caught in the strap grey and white like granite caught I thought I must have broken its tail in the flapping of my foot but after a while it muscled off
V one black man at the spring takes digital photos in headphones of twenty seven slipping folk
VI I found my insurance papers in Jamal’s book I had needed them before when the cop pulled me over to check my registration sobriety and let me go the chubby white girl scared of the walk and lizards accelerating in the dust
VII this seat I have is confortable half lotus backrest waiting to wash in the stream soak pools hot silt water may be why I don’t like Buckeye— I’ll read Cold Mountain
VIII big man in small pool tells little girls he doesn’t want excuses tells little boys No No No don’t throw rocks it’s dangerous the girls toss small rocks that roll downslope one splashes between the boys and the man
IX man dances up above to his headphones arms out gatoraid in one hand iPod in the other kids and dudes he’s with calling —he is helpful— takes more pictures
X the crowd ascends one little white girl with sure feet sucks on her dromedary takes it out once turns to point and say Look at the view Look at the view