paraffin schmaraffin

there were cracks in the
wax, and now solidity
is something it lacks.

(a rhyming attempt.)

heavy eyelids

holiday breeze tea
and handstands keep us awake
in the wee hours.

the juvenile section

hidden away in
the library's corner are kid
books, both old and new.

(a guest poet today, Mr. Shel Silverstein.)

Listen to the Mustn'ts

Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child,
Listen to the DON'TS
Listen to the SHOULDN'TS
the IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me-
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be.

rumaging

in grandma's closet
drawings from the past were shoved
between shoes and hats.

an understanding

the frustration and...annoyance left as i saw....sadness in her eyes. (i will fix this ellipsis thing as soon as i find a computer that lets me hit the enter key. another source of frustration for me at the moment. on a happy note, i found the most perfect christmas "nightgown" pants!)

stages of cold

a raspy voice, red...nose and sore stomach muscles....are all that remain.

gobble gobble

this thanksgiving i
am thankful for one thing: that
i ain't no turkey.

(i'm very thankful for all who read this. what are you guys thankful for today?)

sweet home alabama

in alabama,
cotton fields are mistaken
for blankets of snow.

"hey it's kimpossible"

she said my painting
didn't look like clouds and i
could do much better.

(sometimes what we need is the honesty and pure bluntness of a kid. what's funny is that no more than a minute after telling me this she came back and said, "what a wonderful sky! i'm so proud of you!")

pregnant pumpkin'

an emergency
c-section was performed to
save the sprouted seed.

(more pumpkin haikus. i think i'm addicted.)

clouds

if only i could
paint clouds like bob ross, happy
little cotton puffs.

gettin jiggy with it

we were busting moves
left and right as we danced for
hours in the dark.

snap, crackle, pop

pumpkin ale bottles
turn red hot, melting in the
middle of the fire.

express yourself

our dry eraser
marker masterpieces drawn
on bathroom mirrors.

(glad you're my roomie jess.)

for my dear friend katie!

rolling around on
the floor she had the star role
for this year's spring play.

(happy 119th georgia o'keefe! woo hoo..)

happy puddin'

a suprise on my
pudding lid, a smiling face
staring back at me.

(how cute is this little guy, do you see his pudding cowlick?)

i'll go to france just for the bread!

smells of hot, fresh french
bread filled my car, then my room
and now my stomach.

no strangers

she knows no stranger,
since everyone she meets is
already a friend.

(how wonderful would it be if everyone, everywhere were friends. things would be so much easier.)

ode to pumpkin pancakes

their whipped cream smiles
melted away as i reached
for my fork and knife.

(i sure hope pumpkin is good for you, because it seems to be all i'm eating these days.)

b.a. quote

"...the day came when the
risk to remain tight in a
bud was more painful..."

-anais nin

my first yoga experience

in the middle of
finding my chi, i closed my
eyes and fell asleep.

suicidal DNA

his bag of blood jumped
off the table head first, no
one saw it coming.

pass it on

"you're too good for him,
he wouldn't know what to do
with someone like you."

thanks zach. everyone should compliment someone today!

eye boogers

i'd like oozy and
his friend green gloop to leave my
eye a.s.a.p.

(does anyone have any fun words for eye goo?)

who knew?

instructions on how
to achieve time travel: drive
really really fast.

get it granny

this grandma was hip
as she tap danced to the beat
of the piano.

yum.

if sushi were part
of an animal what would
it be? ...lobster tail.

elves

while i'm sleeping i
hope little green elves will come
finish my painting.

(they don't have to be green, any color will do really. hell, they could even have polka dots.)

(sigh)

my mood reflected
in the gloomy, grey clouds that
fill the sky today.