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Stranger Things
Andulka
Peter Solarz
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Kaledo Art
JBB: An Artblog!
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Origami Around
Cosmic Funnies
pixel skylines
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
JVL
izzy's playlists!
Love Begins
Keni
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An after dinner mint
Tinkling, clinking of glasses Candlelight flickering, uneven glow Dull din of voices near and far Scratching and scraping of metal on plates Gastronomic success can be seen in smiles and laughter A shiny swan awaits a trip home to a drooling pooch #gazellesays
Lola Revels
Still snow yet sixty A dream come true for Lola Can have it both ways
#gazellesays
Day 25: Home, Home
The home of my heart. I can hear it now The soft, rhythmic lapping of the lake Gentle, curling waves, like tea cups Small and dainty on the shore It's early morning in Summer Fishing boats out in the channel Or maybe a freighter just went by The tiny rocks that don't hurt your feet I dig my feet into that sandy mush Breathe in the morning air The rising sun shines brightly into my eyes Random sparkles as the light strikes Patches of breeze on the water I can see that big Canadian apartment building Across the lake The tips of sailboat masts next door The sound of the permanent buoy miles out With its gentle but imposing Presence It's going to be a hot one, I think.
Day 24 Perseverance
Perseverance is hard fought It requires everything Over and over again Commitment to completion Or an ongoing something With hope for a habit to Slowly but surely Emerge and lessen the pain
Day 24: On Writing Poems
A new sense is emerging the one that accompanies me wherever I go and whatever I do listening for a deeper truth
Standing at the sink washing dishes Walking through the hallways amongst the students' laughter and hellos Staring in frustration when a child refuses to listen or a dog that refuses to pee when it's late and wet and cold Watching and wondering accepting and curious gently prompting, images mingling waiting for words to emerge
Day 23
In a moment A mood Swing By simply saying 'It's a beautiful, sunny day outside.'
Day 21
Church this morning sitting in the pew with my boys whose energy cannot be contained and yet.
At the peace, they shook every person's hand. Because no one told them not to.
Lying on the floor heads propped on me during the Eucharistic prayer calming down, absorbing the vibe inviting them into a calm place room for something... more?
Receiving the bread and wine (not a gold fish cracker for the kids, like at the last church) they are giants to me with their own identities and gifts and purpose in life that, too, cannot (and must not) be contained
You go, boys!
Day 20: Saturday Morning
Morning comes free wheeling today No alarm clock to punctuate the early morning darkness With screaming goats (both shocking and funny, every time!) Save the restlessness of my son Digging toenails into my bare legs, Tossing and turning, Arms must multiply like an octopus' Digging beneath the covers and pillows Finding the "cold" Head popping to see if I'm awake Mama does not want to be awake "Mama isn't ready to wake up yet, can you let me sleep?" Long pause The flop of covers The pitter patter of feet on wood Carefully navigating the steps Searching for a way to turn on the TV without us caring Too much. A fine Saturday morning. 8 am, not bad.
Poem 19
Throbbing ache at my temples Caught between images of Watertown, Mt Auburn Street, the grocery store... Wondering what it must all look like, so Empty. I was thinking that I would have gone to the cemetery, Or maybe a house. He ran over his brother. What is that? My other temple just aches.
Day 18
Sick sharp stress pain in my tummy I carry this around In an obscenely hurried fashion Showing off my self importance with a green glow oozing from every pore The currency of time Spent with endless abandon Whipped out and peeled off From a sweaty whad of hundreds Carried around in my back pocket The bill collector comes calling Late into the night This never ending game of Tetris Deadlines. Looming.
Day 17
Swirling, splashing sounds carry across the pool Echoey, mushy voices sound high pitched and oddly palpable The rhythmic push of feet and hands touching the water It's warm here Unlike the cold, grey, driving grapple Waiting behind the misty door
Day 16
splintery, spidery cracks in the ceiling above my bathroom sink tell of how many days passed in this hundred plus year old house splintery, spidery cracks in the ice on the pond not far away tell of a time coming soon when it will give way to the sun's warm shine splintery, spidery cracks in the earth round the finish line of a race tell of a time just yesterday when explosions of pain seared all in its path splintery, spidery crack in my heart join with hoards of people round the world tell of time when time no longer exists give way to the senses of grief and care
Day 15: Snowman Haiku
I saw a snomwan knives thrust into his cold heart go away old man
Day 14: mid-term grades and comments
tis the season of mid-term grades and comments as is inevitably the case when I start writing about my students my heart is warmed by the gift of their personalities, and all that is brought forth in their reflections and questions
1 + 1 = way more than 2 when you add up the synergy of a group of students in class together.
I am grateful for the great privileges my job gives me.
Day 13: the tireless search
the pacing is everywhere around me now.
his heavy steps endlessly seek the elusive and highly sought after: remote control
that inglorious device which has been gnawed on fought over grasped tightly and lost repeatedly but, until now, always, been found.
the future remains mysterious and uncertain.
it could mean a lack of access to paid-for shows, frequent trips off the couch, watching commercials, and other, more serious and time consuming unwanted viewing (insert scream of horror) it's been 45 minutes of searching I think I had better go and help no, wait. the search has just been suspended for the night. he has resigned himself to watching whatever the bunny ears will pick up.
Day 12: the wintry mix
the forecaster says "Yikes! A wintry mix today" Will it go away?
Day 11 hope, unexpectedly
hope came unexpectedly today for as many averted eyes there were smiles, even waves
visiting a prison? too many movies with scenes of violent uprisings cruelty and violation made me hesitate
and of course, the inmates are convicted felons
surprised? yes.
I found action: GED Opportunities Practical training that can get you a job Structure Community Education Invested employees Committed inmates …and so much hope