Day 34 & 35

Jack says, let me show you the snow I made. (Jack didn't actually make the snow, but we can let him think he did.)



saturday and sunday SNOW!!!

so, snow.

i'll take and post some pictures tomorrow.

Day 33

Rowdy loves the christmas tree very much ^_____^

IT GETS

until my fingers frigid and
my fingers are cracked
the rinds of time write them
bursting with small signs
of age and crusted blood
from well to what is unclean
uncertain for love living
along side the snow covered hills
trunked along side rivers
embedded in trial
possessed new languages
obsessed with old traditions
on trade posted parts
replaced his rocking chair
with a seed and shovel
until my fingers are cracked

lost in a green

LOST IN A GREEN

i lost my coat
to the wind

in a terrible display
of arm wrestling

and overt shoving
under the marble


(Painting by Dina Brodsky)

p.s. i got a hair cut

...

Day 31 & 32

wow, i need to stay on task. i keep delivering these bundles. here's a foodie bundle...

here is the beet-pasta salad i made for a holiday pot luck gathering:



this is Matt Litchfield enjoying a "Litchfield" Whoopie Pie -- named after him, obviously:



and these are hummingbird cupcakes with maple brown sugar frosting decorated to look like christmas tree bobbles:

day 30

alli is the queen
of christmas

the christmas queen
is of the alli

day 29

acid rain

day 27 & 28 - NYC

had a great weekend.

new york city

for the weekend. ^____________^

Day 25 and 26

the first of the christmas cards arrived



and yes, i take a lot of pictures of my cats.



we're off to new york city tonight. day 27 and 28 will likely be in a combo post as well.

Day 24

i just baked 13 whoopie pies
and boiled curly pasta with beets to dye it red - which worked AMAZINGLY

pictures of those goods tomorrow

for now, i give you this:



it's my friend matt, but i don't know why. or what. or how. or when.

Day 23 - why we can't have nice things

because Rowdy


i put the kittens' stockings up figuring they wouldn't last through the night the way they were hung. but then rowdy decided to speed the process along by pulling his brother's and his sister's stockings down, leaving just his precious red gift-collector up on the shoe lace.

rowdy is definitely on the naughty list.

mute

thick snow lay fat on the tree branches
and in the ginger hair of Christopher Morris

as he rose his eyes widened
with fear and excitement

he charged in search of a lover
testing every display

and the young man that followed
he did not disapprove, nor take much notice

the search for a mate
consumed all his focus

but the women did not take kindly
to the boy they presumed to be his son

***

the woman chosen came in four parts

the wealthy wonder
surrounded in chestnut
and amber filled her tumbler
disfiguring the ancient Japanese patterns
on her loose fit kimono

the tender one
susceptible to the coming of others
in white linen the pink lemons
distract from her form
and the places she puts them
can be heard over the phone

the terrible one
whispering black secrets
in the ears of the others
through wire and cord
and terrible, dulcimer tones

the mirror one
accusing of others

(WILL FINISH LATER)

Day 22

the way to sleep
in three

Day 21

the second snow
fell two months
after the first

Day 20

in the corners
where dust bunnies gather
innocent robots collect

new haircut...

what do you think?

Day 18 and 19

day 18
a present for mommy



day 19
if i had the world to myself
i'd swim in and out
of famous people's pools
i'd walk through royal gardens
and judge people
by the kinds of cookies
they keep in their cupboards
and the spoil of choices
for tea and hot chocolates

Day 17

the days are long
and these help us
to stay a float
through bad poems

Day 16

the future president of the world
has a beautiful face
and that's no lie

i adore this song

Day 15

here is a house
with a brand new roof

Day 14

here is a house
with a naked roof!

Day 13

alli gets playful
at certain angles

saturday morning
fused with monkey bread

man vs wild on tv
and alli in her bread box box

Day 12

sisters before
and sisters now
sisters forever
doing dishes

mystery google - the new post secret?

thanks to my little bro, i have been mildly distracted from my thesis work this evening. after i went on raving about the tiny mountain of hilarity to be had at auto complete me, he asked if i'd heard of mystery google, which i had not. which means you may not have either. so what is it?

i have devised this simple equation to answers that very question:

mystery google = post secret + twitter

you put in some search terms, hit the familiar google search button and the results are a mystery. what they actually are though, are the results to the query made by the person who searched just before you.

unexpected search results are abundant, and some of them are as charming as can be. for example, i searched "this is better than twitter" and my search results yeilded those appropriate to the query: "i'm in love for the first time and i'm 44". ^___^

little bro was telling me that a popular game to play is giving out missions, such as texting people silly messages or emailing people. it's a brilliant way to stay anonymous--getting someone else to send the message for you. it's also a lovely way to make someone smile or share a deep little secret.

more exploring necessary. but i really must get back to my thesis now.

Day 11

give thanks to those
who care to help
by cleaning the spoon
with their tongues.

Day 10 - shukran mr osman

spoiled for gifts
and ways to make hot drinks

elephants

what's inside?

Day 9

i wonder what inspired
doctor rorschach in the first place.

Day 8

the calming effects of charming cats
on rainy, grumpy mondays
are above all and beyond others
remedys worth prescribing

TinFish press is nice

TinFish home

back issues via the electronic poetry center at new york uni at buffalo

Day 7

i love the warmth
in winter developing
of hot black tea
in cool white milk

Day 6

clean up, isle 2
three kitties to isle 2
cat food spillage on isle 2

Day 5

the stains are on his ego
her heart pumping obligatory venom
strung together through acts
of ill gained fate and tropes
intended to reinforce the errors
apparent in their daily lives

bibliophilia meets paintbrush

in other words, this guy is awesome!

Day 4

does rowdy know we watch him sleep,
and does he know we think he's sweet
when he uses his little feet
like human hands to eat a treat?

Day 3

we hid the night away under thick blankets
and rose to the scent of a bright morning sun

Day 2

there are two sides
to every story

so there should be two sinks
to every kitchen

Project Three Six Five - Day 1

every day of this, my 26th year, i will take a picture and post it here along with a few lines of original poetry. well, that is if everything goes according to plan.

here's a picture from a few days ago (cheating already, i know) from my birthday celebration. pictured on the left is Kristen, on the right, Cat. guess what sort of cupcakes they're eating from the poem ^_________^




peanut butter lover
loves girls with bold smiles
and legs that reach the floor.

monday moves

there are three hundred
and sixty degrees to view from

but she only sees me
in black and white

between sheets and in the kitchen
her nature is my crutch -

i miss her

on monday morning board meetings
over styrofoam cups of cheap coffee



the daily figure - monday moves

kissing therapy

for all the men she ever

i exposed him to american institutions
and peanut butter and fluff sandwiches

but even then i could not refuse
his gesture of province and gentleman's swagger

to make up for the misplaced sugar cubes
in his cafe con leche - my obvious act of betrayal

we engage in the act of love poetry
and stencil drawings of birds eating road kill

he calls it committing crimes of passion
i call it therapeutic, but then, i'm the obvious one

two likes

collaborate

daily figure

nordic trapper

trapped in an Icelandic cafe

with nothing but vanilla beans
and shapely women in grey dresses
and hard-toed suede boots

drawing on the scents of ritual

and Nordic explorers
who left their genetic mark
visible by the blond barista

behind the chest-high counter

where you ordered your fifth petite four
and another round of lattes
for the Austrian students

who missed their connection to Vancouver

good november, my dear

woken up to the inspiration
of six remaining Macintosh apples
from the party he threw last night

their skin loose, begging to be peeled
and the flour at the ready
for sifting and mixing

the tingle and swift smell of all spice
nutmeg and cinnamon tangled
between soft slices of baked apple

filling the house with
wooden spoon spun wonder
on the first morning of a favorable month

good morning, November,
good day October, thank you for the treats
for the spices and wild turkey parades