The years pile up and hide under a new exterior.
blackout poetry created from Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter, 1850
20/20
Hindsight —
a.k.a.
I was a fool,
such a fool!
Inescapable
Nothing begins, and nothing ends,
That is not paid with moan;
For we are born in others’ pain,
And perish in our own.
—Francis Thompson, from “Daisy,” 1892–1894
There are actually eight
It’s a sin to waste chocolate. It’s in the Bible.
Flat-screen
iOS seven
you killed skeuomorphism
texture has flatlined
Spring out & in
Spring: the music of open windows.
Palm’s psalm
Wind tries to show Tree how to run wild.
Tree: “I cannot leave this place.”
Wind: “Then let’s dance.”
Spring flight & grounding
Butterflies dot springtime with flitting airy kisses.
♯lifegoals
“I really would like to stop working forever — never work again, never do anything like the kind of work I’m doing now — and do nothing but write poetry and have leisure to spend the day outdoors and go to museums and see friends… Just a literary and quiet
—Allen Ginsberg (1926–1997)
Task list
“Life is a series of tasks that you absolutely must get done before they don’t matter any more.”
—Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com
Fallen youth
my body’s lifelong dance with gravity
has turned to wrestling match
Unreasonably warm in Phoenix
We live in an Arizona desert town
where winter is brown and green
and summer is green and brown
with 300 annual days of sunscreen
our autumn’s unreasonably warm
and springtime is mostly too hot
here we live for every rainstorm
and the seasons—well, they’re not.
Un-blonde
Old Father Time fox-trots
across my golden locks!