Funny. I didn’t realize the app crops pictures into squares. First pic I’ve posted in a while. The full pic is much more WA-like than what posted lol

Am I Wes Anderson yet?

Dang. Didn’t get my camera out fast enough. A deer just bounded by my window, not 15 feet away.

Another family poetry class assignment from last week: limericks.

Vaccines

In order to stand up and fight

For health and for truth and what’s right

I prefer a small bruise

To hours of fake news…

I’ve gotten my stick for that spike!

One of last week’s poetry class assignments was about using couplets, tercets, and quatraines. Here was my submission:

When I must learn something anew

I read about it through and through.

If I fail, I don’t ask why

Instead, again, I try, and try.

Wait… I do ask why, that I might learn

Before I take another turn

As expertise I want to earn.

Sometimes I take a little break,

To give my mind a rest.

Then finishing, if it’s not great,

I know I’ve done my best.

Did anyone here ever read a short story called The Parking Tower as a kid? It’s told from the perspective of someone caught in a line of cars going up and up and up a parking structure and ending up on a freeway at the top, where he narrowly avoids a deadly crash…

The funny thing is that Elon Musk actually just paid $46B for a screen shot of twitter.

My kid is taking an on-line poetry course, and this particular program encourages parents to participate. The first assignment is due on Friday, and the assignment was simply, “Write a free-verse poem.”

However, I was not satisfied with the somewhat glib answer I’d given in the pre-course questionnaire, which had asked, “What do you feel about poetry?”

So I figured I’d give it another round within the assignment.

“On Poetry”

There are occasions when Words fly from my lips Or flow from my fingers Effortlessly Effervescently floating in the light Focusing and flaring Refracting ephemera into effect and affect and…

And sometimes not

There are times when my thoughts are fleeting Like footsteps echoing down the empty Stench filled ole factories I have to dig deep In the dirt, in the chert, till it…

And then I stop

Because the act of creation can’t be An act of destruction if it means I’m deconstructing me At the expense of we And maybe, just maybe

I have to let it go

But I know that If I eat And If I sleep And If I’m kind To you and them and he and she And me

Yes, me

The words will once again Fly from my lips And flow from my fingers Effortlessly

Now that season one is over, I’ve got to say that I really recommend Severance. The pacing, the sense of isolation. It really feels like it’s of a time. Binge now, thank me later.

Well, looky here. I’ve re-upped my subscription to micro.blog and I think I’m going to start posting here again in the not-too-distant future.