Wednesday, February 9, 2011

I pedel

With the change of seasons

in an average suburban garage

each cubitus grimy and permeating from a mixture

of soil and water displacement to the fortieth degree

Eponychium is outlined with remains of last years rides

as each groove and seam is cleansed, memories

of endless single track and technical down hills

are unearthed and levitate the amygdala

From the stable I take my place in the saddle

of this slender and now gleaming steed

pushing off, we begin our temporary escape

across this concoction of petroleum and gravel

The sound of links and cogs connecting

with crisp air as it passes my auricles

creating a symphony composed only for myself.

The remaining cold still clinging to early spring warmth

begins to crystallize epithelial cytoplasm and

raise erector pili, these physiological responses

I ignore,

instead, I pedal.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Merry Christmas

Jonas was a little cautious of the big man.
From this distance he told Santa that he
wants Woody and Eyeball (bullseye) for Christmas.

Noah was just a little shy and told Santa that
he wants Henry and Toby (from Thomas and Friends)

Santa obviously traveled by using reindeer.

I do not know why this posted vertical
This was our peace tomato that we grew this
year. So Merry Christmas to all and to all some
tomato peace.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Happy Halloween

Roasted pumpkin guts yummm! All of the recipes say
to wash the seeds. I don't understand why. The inside of
the pumpkin is pretty clean and pumpkins are edible. So
I just let them dry out over night and then sprinkle them
with garlic salt and roasted for 15 minuets at 350 degrees.

Noah wanted to draw Thomas the train.

Dad carved Jonas' into a skull.
His fastest Halloween carving to date.

Noah in the glow of Jonas' skull.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

My wife with sunflower eyes

(on our tenth anniversary)

I remember,

your sunflower eyes,

reminding me

to be the way I want to be.

I remember,

North Shore, the Poconos,

keeping our toes from dangling in Seneca Lake,

airing out a room in Escalante,

oh, do you remember what we did in Arizona?

I remember,

Ten years now

it has been you and I

thinking about what makes us.


good more than bad.

I remember,

you and I became we

and we became the four of us.

So many similarities and so many differences,

like our numbers in bed.

So grateful for ten.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

How to cook a catfish

Pa told me once the best way to cook a catfish.

First start with a big blue cat,

like the one in your bucket.

Take time to clean it well.

Now leave the eyes in, that be the best part.

After you cut it from tail to lips

Rip those guts out real damn quick.

Find a few steaming horse apples and stick’em inside.

Wrap it with thistle and a little rosemary.

Bury it at the bottom of a small fire pit,

get it lit,

after about three hours put the fire out.

Dig it up,

unwrap it,

put what’s inside on a plate,

and throw the cat away.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Snails in the kitchen

When I brought in some swiss chard from the garden I had a few
new helpers in the kitchen. I put them to work on the really tough
pots and pans.

This is our green house. We have been working on it all summer long.

With it we are looking forward towards some baby lettuce, spinach, carrots,
leaks and hopefully some garlic.

Yes we still have tomatoes ripening. Even the zucchini is still
fine even though the temperature was below freezing last night,
but no frost on the plants in the cold frame.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

The aroma of the brain is something I do not mind

While wisdom escapes from Rohgaar’s lips

imagine what lies beneath his neurotic apron

a mass of cells all teaming with organelles

come traverse through the sub arachnoid space

across soft gyri and linger in shallow sulci

visit such places as occipital, parietal, and temporal

have a seat in the stella tursica and observe

the ballet between the hypothalamus and pituitary

meander through and spend some time with suprachiasmatic nuclei

then get to know the putamen and caudate of the basal ganglia

slide along the corpus collosum and meet the fornix

on your way out don’t forget the four colliculi

and the lonesome pineal gland.

Don’t worry about me, I am going to stay a while.

For the aroma of the brain is something I do not mind.