fragile floating lens
framing a fleeting moment
in iridescence
I used to spend a lot of time blowing bubbles with my toddlers in our soggy Oregon backyard. These flowers were so damp, the bubbles would land on them and linger, sometimes until little fingers popped them with glee.
don’t dip your toes there–
might not have toes if you do
‘ware the rockadile
I went for a very short walk in the woods where I’ve set The Tiny Giant, and I found this guy in the little stream, painted eye and all. I stub my toe on some kind of magic every time I come down here.
That, or someone threw their pet alligator in the outhouse a very long time ago.
many pieced trip hazardNote: A lot of people badmouth LEGO. I don’t mind LEGO, because I have special sandals I wear in the house that give me +20 to impervious feet. These things, however, are a huge pain in ass.
It’s Bad Poem-a-Day August! I bet you thought I’d forgotten all about it, and you’d be right! At 11PM last night, I remembered that I had a solemn commitment to provide bad poetry for 31 days, so I wrote one right quick. This approach works well for me, we’ll see how it works for you.
backyard apple tree
Fuji with aspirations
of being Fiji
Our apple tree molted in this particular pattern this year. The recent snow made it all the more apparent that it’s been looking at the neighbor’s palms and dreaming big dreams.
sometimes I miss you
even though you’re exactly there
because you won’t be
Note: I drove home alone from the beach today, up Hwy 101 from Manzanita to Hwy 26. It’s a corridor like the ones characters in movies drive through to show that they’re leaving one part of their life behind and approaching another. With the “Stranger Things” soundtrack as my own personal backdrop, I let tears roll for the last first day of kindergarten, and the piece of me that will bounce off into the world in the most official of ways. I call this process pre-mourning. It doesn’t seem to help, really, but it’s a bit like those patent medicines that claim to shorten your cold. Prove it didn’t!
Also: I know, I know, I counted the middle line on my fingers, too. Remember, it’s “Bad” Haiku Corner.
if I made a list
of everything I forgot
it would all be here
Note: I do make lists. If I forget to put something on the list, though, it no longer exists in the universe until I need it 200 miles from home. We are going home tomorrow. All the things will be there, unless I forget some here.
Long day. If you are posting Back to School pictures, well, good for you.
YOU SHOULD BE HAPPY 