Oh, nose!
OH, NOSE!
January 31, 2010
OH, NOSE!
December 20, 2009
Birthday Girl!
Here is a poorly edited, poor quality video I made for my birthday girl.
December 13, 2009
Sounds of Snow
This tree, and my children, are happier than I...
Sounds of Snow
My feelings toward snow
are as varied as the flakes.
Gentle dustings of
early snow adorn naked
trees left bare by autumn winds.
Snowing makes a sound
like wind from butterflies' wings
scattered across windshields.
Cause poor visibility
as they sparkle in the sun.
Come February
ice storms, wind chills, scrapping, and
slipping on the walk,
cease the thoughts of flutterings.
The sound of snow drowned by plows.
Sounds of Snow
My feelings toward snow
are as varied as the flakes.
Gentle dustings of
early snow adorn naked
trees left bare by autumn winds.
Snowing makes a sound
like wind from butterflies' wings
scattered across windshields.
Cause poor visibility
as they sparkle in the sun.
Come February
ice storms, wind chills, scrapping, and
slipping on the walk,
cease the thoughts of flutterings.
The sound of snow drowned by plows.
November 28, 2009
Turkey
Hank hopes you had a gratifying turkey day.
October 17, 2009
Flirting with Dragonfly
Heard the news today
and it wasn't good.
Couldn't get the radio switched
off fast enough.
Death tolls continued to ring
in my ear.
Got out for coffee.
Every laptop on most tables,
more details revealed.
One lonely newspaper in the corner,
old news already.
Escaped outside, free of wifi
and those leashed to it.
By myself until a dragonfly delicately landed
on the brim of my cup
and seemed to say, "You're silly."
Dragonfly wings remind me of paper kites
lost to trees.
Things that tear.
But the dragonfly defies that,
hovers around my head
like laughing.
"You're right, I am silly."
Strange that today of all days
is the day I flirt with a dragonfly.
I smile, despite myself.
I smile to spite myself.
October 14, 2009
A Birthday
When I tell mom I love her, she says, "I love you more."
I say, "No way," but I know better because when my son was born I discovered she was right.
Now when my children say, "No Way, " I look at them the way my mom still looks at me, with that bit of weariness around the eyes that says, You have no idea.
My son turned 10 yesterday, but I remember it all as if it were yesterday.
Tunneling through the valley
with the sway and a clack, clack
a rock-a-bye for my submerged Peanut
also dreaming of trains.
Zigzags of cinderblock gray burst open
with light and color of backyards along the track.
The intimacy of a clothesline, while shouldering a stranger
with the rhythm of the sway
and the beat of my heart soothes the one close to me,
I've yet to meet, while I nod along with the clack, clack.
The first leg of our journey is a peaceful one,
displaying the signs of life revealed to us along the way.
Then
cast through the air, flung back to the desert,
I'm the only one not singing Viva Las Vegas.
Patchworks of growth below become dusty, revealing less signs of life.
"No, thanks" to the fourth offer of a drink. "I'm pregnant," works on the fifth.
Viva Las Vegas, your birthplace,
but don't worry, Peanut, we won't stay long.
You can take the Valley Girl out of the valley,
but never, like totally,
remove the valley from the girl.
Today I celebrate the both of us... the three of us... the four of us... the six of us...
all of us.
I say, "No way," but I know better because when my son was born I discovered she was right.
Now when my children say, "No Way, " I look at them the way my mom still looks at me, with that bit of weariness around the eyes that says, You have no idea.
My son turned 10 yesterday, but I remember it all as if it were yesterday.
Tunneling through the valley
with the sway and a clack, clack
a rock-a-bye for my submerged Peanut
also dreaming of trains.
Zigzags of cinderblock gray burst open
with light and color of backyards along the track.
The intimacy of a clothesline, while shouldering a stranger
with the rhythm of the sway
and the beat of my heart soothes the one close to me,
I've yet to meet, while I nod along with the clack, clack.
The first leg of our journey is a peaceful one,
displaying the signs of life revealed to us along the way.
Then
cast through the air, flung back to the desert,
I'm the only one not singing Viva Las Vegas.
Patchworks of growth below become dusty, revealing less signs of life.
"No, thanks" to the fourth offer of a drink. "I'm pregnant," works on the fifth.
Viva Las Vegas, your birthplace,
but don't worry, Peanut, we won't stay long.
You can take the Valley Girl out of the valley,
but never, like totally,
remove the valley from the girl.
Today I celebrate the both of us... the three of us... the four of us... the six of us...
all of us.
October 08, 2009
Little Frog!
Hey look, I found a little frog!
September 10, 2009
We Need To talk
July 23, 2009
Red Bird :(
If this wasn't irritating enough...
... the red bird has been at the wild berries.
I know this because there is berry colored poo all over our window ledge, deck, and bench as well as berry bird slobber all over our windows.
Hank loves those berries.
Good-bye Red Bird, I'm very sorry about the hippo
What am I going to tell his wife
and kids
That's a really bad hippo!
... the red bird has been at the wild berries.
I know this because there is berry colored poo all over our window ledge, deck, and bench as well as berry bird slobber all over our windows.
Hank loves those berries.
Good-bye Red Bird, I'm very sorry about the hippo
What am I going to tell his wife
and kids
That's a really bad hippo!
July 02, 2009
Random Hippo Sighting
Don't drink the water!
photo by mom