I was a lifeguard at the Craig City Pool for many years. It was a great experience, if sometimes very boring. The worst place to be all day was in the west facing chairs at the wave pool at 5pm. The sun struck full body and it was unbearably hot. When I was a head … Continue reading Poem 7 – The Lifeguard
I have a soft heart when it comes to stray dogs and spiders. When a spider infiltrates the house I usually try my best to capture it move it outside. I have a lot of respect for spiders. They do creep me out on a visceral level, like everyone else, but they do us a … Continue reading Last Tuesday – Planes, Strays, and Arachnophobia
Last Saturday: It is a fine tradition (Do it once and it's novel. Do it twice and it's tradition.) to take pictures of the boys and photoshop them doing extraordinary things. Nobody falls for it, but its fun. Plus I get to practice my photoshopping skills. Robin Chin - up: Jack's one-handed pull-up. … Continue reading Last Saturday
There were a lot of people in my high school around my age who didn't make it. Most were in car accidents. Two people shot themselves accidentally in the head messing around with guns. This was a poem I wrote after a girl I worked with as a lifeguard was killed driving back from Grand … Continue reading Poem 6 – Shrouded Friend
Don't you hate it when someone starts to tell you a good story and it goes somewhere you don't sanitizer? That was my favorite internet quote of the week mined from some random online comic site. I warn you that this post might be somewhat like that quote, which isn't to say that all my … Continue reading Art of the Binge
Before Robin was born, my greatest fear wasn't that he'd be born with 11 toes, or that I would be bad father, but that I would have to hang out with other parents. Again, most of my experience with this idea was informed by movie and TV stereotypes about how catty and competitive parents can … Continue reading Hell is Other Parents
Poem 5 - What to Write I apparent wrote a lot of poems about not knowing what to write. Here is one. When in doubt about what to write, just write. Then edit edit edit. Too bad I didn't do any of that edit stuff. The art here was somewhat hastily done between a production … Continue reading Poem 5 – What to Write
Bus Trip Being tall is very hard On bus trips to unknown places. So many passing cars So many unknown faces. Like to watch the world go by With my knees pressed to my chest I wish bus seats were larger. They're designed for all the rest.
Adrift I'm Adrift amid torrent winds Swirling around me, moving my hair I've discovered no meaning In a world without care. Everyone needs a meaning A sail to catch the breeze To steer us in a direction To fly across the seas. Sometimes the ocean waves swell And carry us afar. Other times the winds … Continue reading Poem 3 – Adrift
Another one, because the art is fun. I think I was being literal with this one. I like rain, and always have. Rain The wind flies over the land A churning, living storm. Relentless in it's power Seamless in its form. Twisting, wrapping, uncontrolled Lifting souls to new heights Moving living lying leaves In freedom … Continue reading Poem 2 – Rain
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