with my little eye…
I send in the army, but can’t win the fight.
I send in my mother, but she will only bite.
I spy with my little eye…
I’ll do it some more
because it’s important
to hear what’s behind
loudly closed door.
When you look at me?
What comes to mind…
Just the sands of time?
What do you see…
a voyeur, you’ll always be?
What do you see?
I’d really rather you just
I don’t want them all…
and I know that’s not true.
And leave a mess..
Yet…I want them all.
Straining, dripping, filling the compost
They sit and wait for winter freeze
To bring back the smell of cider,
I wish someone else wanted the same as I.
with feelings of belonging for
school Open House and
seeing others we know.
Taking on new form.
Fall fog on Madison Way
September 14th, 2010
We don’t know who,
Tempted to sing a song.
And look down
And we left it as we went away.
would also have a gift today.
September 12th, 2010
and let them litter the roof?
I divest the pots of their living creatures
and get them ready for new soil ?
they are allowed to remain in dormancy
and pretend they still live?
while admiring the bits and pieces of what is left
I am startled out of my peace?
I again see the quickening of the flames
And hear popping noise of the invader alone upstairs
his mark is always on my soul?
we don’t sacrifice enough
and time stands still?
bedroom fire March 22nd, 2010
rooftop garden September 8th, 2010
is missing as Fall draws near
“Close the window,” says Keelin. ” It’s noisy.”
So, we shut out the Holiday noise
of leaf blowers, while we wait for our fall to snow from the birch trees in the backyard. Coming down and nestling
within the last of the blooms while the sun lowers on the horizon
and shines through, bringing them back to life.
While the weed whackers drone, we put those sounds with the plane
right over our heads as we admire the sky which hid from us all summer.
and moves us on toward winter and soft sounds where the snow comes down
and all of our neighbors’ hard work will be covered. Until they bring out the leaf blower and blow away the beautiful white, silent snow.
roof top garden
September 6th, 2010
Giving control where little exists.
We like to think our life is options
Taking others with us upon our trips.
We like to think our life is precious
We are so different from the rest
We like to think our life is always worthwhile
That we have given it our best.
We like to think our life still looms ahead
And hope much more is to come.
We like to think our life is choices
If only others…
July 23rd, 2010
and use words only those who belong understand.
Quite different from the Pentecostal worship of my childhood, although
“when the student is ready, the teacher will come.”
We don’t run with rules, just routines
(my mom always said, just as soon as I get that basement cleaned, she would…)
with order provided within the Daily Control Journal.
Spaces for public,
(my mom knew to throw everything in trash bags and take it to that basement)
and Spaces for private
to Room Zoom
(my mom knew if the doors were closed people would be too polite to peek inside)
So Hot Spots do not become an inferno
(my mom knew she had it just right here…let her look…she knew she saw it…)
quickly Swish and Swipe and Feed the Boys
with a Place for Everything
(my mom knew that closets would hold the outgrown clothing that grandchildren would someday wear and fabric for the quilts she was going to make just as soon as she cleaned up that basement)
with permission to wait for some things, until we are In That Zone
(my mom knew that if we didn’t really unpack, we wouldn’t have to bother packing for the next move)
because Perfection is something I’ve never seen.
(and just as soon as my brother got that basement cleaned out, he found the plate mom had always thought she lost and she mourned that loss for 42 years)
So, if the house catches fire, I have decided I don’t need to bother to take a damn thing.
Milk, eggs, sugar, coconut extract.
Use that amount of milk (I use powdered) minus 1/2 cup or so for the volume of the eggs
add one eggs per cup of milk.
Add in a couple of more eggs (or just yolks) for richness.
It’s easier to whisk the eggs before adding to the milk.
Add sugar. A tablespoon per 1/2 cup of milk is enough.
add some coconut extract (or vanilla or almond or…) to taste.
put filled baking dishes in large baking pan, add warm water up most of the sides.
bake 45 minutes or so in 350 degree oven.
Baking time will depend upon the volume of dishes.
Pull out when lightly brown and still jiggles in the middle.
Sprinkle sugar over warm tops for a bit of a brulee effect.
It can also be put under the broiler after cold to melt and brown sugar.
A small state Fair, not prone to provide the thrills others get to see.
But when you were little, it didn’t matter.
You ride this–I’ll ride that.
and Sharing tickets.
To spend mightily while staving off the
end of the day and the return to the routine.
As I stop think that I did not see this until I was just this age.
A Kiddie Land on the highway going into town
shared space with a drive-in movie, showing monsters and shaky sheriffs
next to a swimming pool that chilled even in the 100 degree heat.
being Raised by parents who never experienced a Fair
Life continued much the same
With patterns repeated of
Activities, sights and sounds.
into the barns to smell animals we can’t identify.
And talk to the turkey, jump when the rooster crows and
admire the softness of the bunnies.
Heading home, feeling slightly sick
A sure sign that it was a Fair day.
Alaska State Fair
September 1st 2010