Poetry

preparing for the drop

we’ve reached the apex
anticipation and hope
a rollercoaster



like graphite

It’s kind of funny seeing how I influence my little ones. I mean, as their mother some of my traits are bound to rub off. Still it’s fun watching different things manifest.

observing tigers
nature’s curiosities
and humans at zoo

Cody is becoming a hipster. At this point he can’t really help it since I regulate his wardrobe and hairstyle. But it looks like at any moment he’ll pull out a mini Moleskin and jot down the beginnings of a poem. Maybe haiku when he gets older! Srsly. I think it’s mostly the hat. Also, he needs some sort of a satchel.

What? I’m enjoying the moment. Before long he’ll be Jas’s size and dressing him up will require finesse, swift maneuvers, and failing those… a well placed tackle. This is why I could never go into politics. After a minute of negotiation, it’s go time. You don’t mess with the matriarch.

Darling Jas has blossomed into a picture faerie much like her Mama. Here are two recent self portraits although I have a whole gaggle of photos she’s taken herself. Upon a whim, you can find her digging in my purse to snatch my little Canon and start snapping pictures. A lot of times when I upload my photos, I find whole batches of pictures I didn’t even know were taken. It’s very cool looking at shots through her eyes. Even if they tend to induce vertigo. She can unfocus autofocus. A skill.



petri dish

why? why? why? why? why?
after long streams of answers
…. because i said so

great expectations
abandon them with people
then hope for the best

fudge, cupcakes, brownies
bacon wrapped steaks and pepsi
salsa con queso

estoy feliz en
mi mundo de ensueƱo
buenos recuerdos



catching up with hiaku

finding homes for things
revitalizing, it’s true
old and new spaces

statueyou can always tell
worth of something when it’s boxed
and shoved to the side

rabbits, oh rabbits
I learned my lesson last year
loved plants in pots now

it’s a weird feeling
being told your job is gone
and then driving home

opening the door
to bright and smiling faces
hugging to hide tears

my hydrangea hedge
carefully snuggled in pots
hit the car dashboard

speaking of trauma
four car collision on bridge
fun start to april

andy’s car totaled
crumpled, shattered, and broken
thankfully no ghosts

not all is shadow
or gloom or despair, there is
sunshine everywhere

happy little smiles
on impish little faces
soothe every worry

plus i look forward
to summers with bbq
and limeades poolside



warning

caution to the winds
ignorant redneck neighbors
i liked that mailbox



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