This happened yesterday, for real, and it was one of those events in parenting, perfectly mundane, nearly inconsequential, that nevertheless felt poignant in that moment, and today even more powerful as parents in my state again lose their children to guns. It breaks my heart. Love your kids. The Eight Year Old Uses Tweezers ToContinue reading “#135: The Eight Year Old Uses Tweezers To Pull A Sliver Out of His Daddy’s Hand”
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#134: Good Devil, Bad Devil (a mostly found poem)
I love it that this guy, a Fresno, California, Salvation Army volunteer, found $125,000 that fell from a Brinks truck on Tuesday, and he gave it all back. Joe Cornell, in rehab, with just $1 in his pocket for lunch that day, told the Fresno Bee he began to shake when he came upon the loot. “EverythingContinue reading “#134: Good Devil, Bad Devil (a mostly found poem)”
#133: Stupid Desire
It makes me angry: I can’t stop thinking about things I want. I want a new roof, new gutters, and the house painted. I want to remodel the basement. I want to refurbish the garage and replace the kitchen cabinetry. I want outdoor furniture for the back yard. I want an Airstream, again. And becauseContinue reading “#133: Stupid Desire”
#132: Someone’s Looking At You
You know this now, don’t you? That nothing is private. That everything you say can be seen and everything you’re interested in is now somebody else’s business and part of the permanent and public record of your life and can and likely will be used against you. A whole industry depends on the fact thatContinue reading “#132: Someone’s Looking At You”
#127: Giant Boy Scoops Up Unsuspecting Bikers Off The Beach
The Bikers were minding their own business, standing around their bonfire, working super hard to keep it going despite the occasional and violent rain, causing no harm, no disturbance, when a giant boy in red sweat pants and a black hoodie scooped them off the beach and tossed them into the ocean to a group of hungryContinue reading “#127: Giant Boy Scoops Up Unsuspecting Bikers Off The Beach”
#126: On Meeting Colin Meloy at the Beach
My friend and I walk down Laneda Avenue in Manzanita when his wife, also a friend of mine, calls the cell phone and says that Colin Meloy is inside the Cloud and Leaf signing books, and, like a teenager, I start running down the street. Having been earlier inside the bookstore, having thought about purchasingContinue reading “#126: On Meeting Colin Meloy at the Beach”
#125: This Is Not A Poem
This is not a poem, but a message. This is not a poem, but an explanation. This is not a poem, but a note to say that, this is not a poem, and that I have not eaten any plums, but rather, this is not a poem, and I will be off-line tomorrow, so thereContinue reading “#125: This Is Not A Poem”
#120: The Resident Eight Year Old Speaks of Easter
Well, at first, I thought it was just about candy, you know, just as I thought Christmas was about presents. And I thought Easter was about magical bunnies just as Christmas was about Santa. But now I know. Now I know that Easter and the Christmas holiday are both about Jesus. In December, people celebrateContinue reading “#120: The Resident Eight Year Old Speaks of Easter”
#115: Terza Rima (A Complaint Ending In Banana)
I’m sorry about this one. Written late in the day when the brain is mush, it’s a terza rima, a form invented or popularized by Dante and bastardized by the English: 3 line stanzas in iambic pentameter with a “chained” rhyme scheme that ends in a single line chained to the middle rhyme of the lastContinue reading “#115: Terza Rima (A Complaint Ending In Banana)”
#114: Seven Questions and a Statement (A Sonnet)
The suggestion for today was to write a poem consisting of nothing but questions–until the very last line, a statement. It’s a reversal of an assignment I remember from last year which resulted for me in a poem called “Six Statements and a Question.” This year, I’ve added a little edge to the task: in honorContinue reading “#114: Seven Questions and a Statement (A Sonnet)”
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