Sunday, November 21, 2010

Kate wrote me a haiku

and I liked it:

spritely musician
red lips and knitting needles
pour me some tea, please.

I love you, Kate.
My wonderful roommate.
Kate-o potato,
The lady so great-o.

Kate and Brookie and the Homecoming Parade.
 Love, oreo milkshakes, and groller bears,

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Farewell to Green

[Scenic Alpine Loop in Provo Canyon]

Autumn is my favorite season.
I can feel it slipping away, though, and all the pumpkins on my porch are starting to rot.
So my tribute to fall is a little overdue, perhaps, but here it is. In the form of a poem my little brother, Ethan (who just turned 9 last week) wrote. It is surprisingly wise:

[The assignment was to write a fall-themed poem with each line starting with a letter of "FALL." But he had more to say, so he expanded it to say "FALLING"]

Farewell to green
And good-morning colors 
Let's have some fun
Let's jump in piles
It's fall alright
Now it's time to say goodbye
Goodbye fall

And here's a poem by me, slightly less wise, but brought about entirely by a walk to school on a beautiful fall day.

[magic picnic in Sundance]

Today         10/18/10

I will skip class to read Robert Frost
In a halo of yellow leaves,
slightly shivering in the early light
 of what promises to be
A golden afternoon.

It’s just that sort of day.

Today I’ll remove my soft leather 
and my dark denim jeans, molded
precisely to the shape of my hips
and thighs.
They’ll flutter to the ground
like a piece of gently torn tissue paper-
two flapping legs.

My braided hair will untwist itself,
 pins shooting out like
porcupine quills
falling slowly to the earth
as waxy red leaves.

Off will fly my cable knit cardigan
(the color of forget-me-nots),
 Followed eagerly by scarf,
Today I’ll stand, naked and glowing,
In the pale autumn sun.
Just me and Robert.

And everyone who passes
 Will wonder-
 At the transcendent orb of metaphor
And olive skin (steadily growing pinker)
 That bounds between the branches
And bursts into the sky-
 A shower of amber beams. Rivulets

Of light.
Everyone will wonder, as the drops
cascade from their noses,
but soon they will see (they can’t help but see)
that it’s just that sort of day.
 Today they will see
and free

It’s just that sort of day.

Goodbye fall,

Wednesday, November 3, 2010


Bad news: I feel quite a lot like a rotten tomato, and look precisely like one.
Good news: I'm really really
Despite everything, you know?

...And that's good news indeed.

Monday, November 1, 2010

The Sound of Silence

 'Twas the night before Halloween, and all through the house...
not a sound was heard
(Not even from Anna and Shea, who are normally the loudest people ever).

Talk about Spooky!

Anyway, I have a new confidence in last minute costumes. At about 7 or 8 in the evening, Shea and I realized we needed something to wear.
So we were mimes. And I loved it. Seriously.
Have I perhaps discovered a career path at last?

Um... know of any good mime academies?

 Not that we really even need the training.

 Roommate Christine (aka rocker chick) had a lovely party with amazing cheese balls.

 Annie was fragile.
 This dude was something very politically incorrect.
 Little cute-as-a-button Ally was a brainthirsty zombie.
 Clark was a double rainbow.
And Seth was... well... you know. Seth.

And we all lived Happily Ever After.
(And Shea still had eyeliner on two days later)

Love, candy, and falling asleep to Hitchcock with nasty cheap make-up cracking all over your face,
Banana (mime extraordinaire)


I want to carry you
and for you to carry me
the way voices are said to carry over water.

Just this morning on the shore,
I could hear two people talking quietly
in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.

They were talking about fishing,
then one changed the subject,
and, I swear, they began talking about you.

Billy Collins

that's all, folks


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