Archive for July, 2008

Kangaroo Lake

Published Date: July 28th, 2008
Category: Poetry

 
Pontoon boats glide across the
lake like
prehistoric relics
 
Dinosaurs of the
fresh water and
open-mouthed bass
 
Scooping up
lost lime-green rafts
along their heavy path and
 
Silently returning them
to their
sleepy owners.
 

Wind Chimes

Published Date: July 18th, 2008
Category: Poetry

 
 
 
Wind Chimes
 
 
 
It’s as easy as
lunch on the back deck
the taste of summer captured in a
single watermelon slice
 
We are
sandy and hot, but
hungry for French fries and
the sound of wind chimes
 
And it is a
day like this where
I know there is
no other job
 
I need.
 
 
 
p.s. I’m taking the week off, so I will post again on July 28th. [...]

Oops, I Did it Again

Published Date: July 14th, 2008
Category: Weekly Thought

 
Or not. 
 
Somehow, I can’t bring myself to have Baby #2.  Not just yet. 
 
I just don’t think I have the logistical reasoning to think it all out. I can barely figure out how to get myself and one child out of the house within 60 minutes, let alone two children. Nor does it help [...]

You Totally Would Have Done the Same Thing

Published Date: July 11th, 2008
Category: Weekly Thought

 
It took me three years, but I finally did it.
 
I was finally the neighbor hosing her naked child off in her front yard.
 
And at the end of it, he started squealing,
 
“No more! No more! Cold!”
 
But I kept hosing (for ten more seconds).
 
You betcha.
 
Even when a group of women lumbering out of their [...]

Think Pink

Published Date: July 7th, 2008
Category: Weekly Thought

 
 
I have become a walking after-school special. Most people witness every day events and either:
 
a) ignore them
b) stand by and silently watch
c) just laugh
 
Not me. I have to jump in and give my thoughts and opinions on EVERYTHING.
 
My latest need to appropriately shape young children’s minds occurred last week at Berger Park, a lovely park [...]

Mama in Your Eyes

Published Date: July 4th, 2008
Category: Poetry

 
She used to say
 
I see Mama in your eyes
 
And I would search
looking into her dark
almond-shaped eyes
Looking for a glimpse
perhaps a small sighting of 4-year old me
With long, shiny hair and
full bangs.
 
I would finally find an image of me
and the bond we felt was like
liquid harmony flowing between us
the purest of connections
 
And now [...]