GRIZZLY PEAR

written snapshots

Category: Artifacts

  • When two is bad, three is good, especially because numbers are fluid at four.

    We gave them a trio of Lego City Stuntz Bikes —
    A little push and they zip across the room!

    Forcing a teachable moment last night,
    I channeled my inner Mommy,
    Motorcycles are very dangerous. Never ride one. They’re bad!

    The boy ran up with a smile,
    Holding a two wheeled toy,
    These are tricycles!

    ䷓䷜

    contemplate life
    don’t ride that varmint
    no error


  • The boy shifted narratives as blocks swapped colors on the pixelated sculpt.

    We built the Lego T-Rex from last year.
    Couldn’t find the right piece for his lower jaw.

    A yellow piece was the correct shape.
    The dinosaur has gold teeth!

    I found the green piece.
    He just cleaned his mouth!

    auspicious
    if it fits

  • Day 2 of the New Year.

    My lower-back!

    I crawled out of bed and across the room.
    Tried to stretch it out.
    Definitely not exercising today.
    Watched YouTube videos to distract from the pain.
    (Breaking two of my five rules on the second day!)

    No clue what happened.
    A twinge showed up yesterday.
    No cause, no incident.
    Nothing stupid — not even negligent inactivity.

    The mid-40’s hath bestowed a mystery ailment upon mine body!

    Now what?

    ䷽䷧

    in small
    perseverance furthers

    extreme care
    might avoid
    misfortune

    deliverance
    advantage through inaction

    or fortune with quick action

    which path?
    something? nothing?
    how do I determine
    Habara gani?
    Kujichagulia

  • The boy masticated the masticated mass of masticated fiber until a deep green extract stained his lips and juice dripped down his chin.

    He’s at the phase where food goes down slowly.
    Never refuses to eat the meal.
    (The consequences would be dire)
    Just sits at the table for hours,
    Chewing and chewing.
    Especially veggies.

    Those.

    Dark.

    Green.

    Ones.

    Momma called downstairs
    他吃完了吗?(Is he done yet?)

    Sister yelled back
    No! He’s kale-ing!

    ䷳䷑

    the calf will not swallow
    the kid did not sow
    the buck does not fry

  • Eight years of not-believing in Santa was enough!

    You adults have no imagination. Maybe he exists after all!

    She threatened to write a letter to Santa.
    It’s for his eyes only!
    I couldn’t read it.

    But then she’s eight.
    Didn’t get around to it.
    Or so I thought.

    The morning after Christmas,
    I found a folded piece of paper under computer,
    She wrote it after all!

    We guessed right.
    She got everything but the candy canes.
    Mama maybe forgot those on purpose.

    mountains
    underground
    hidden potential
    prevails

  • Twig Monster

    Black ink (Flair Pen) drawing in a steno pad. Friday Night Collaboration with with the kids. Colored in Pixlr.

  • The great green lady watched over a verdant oasis guarded by emerald waterfowl.

    She jumped on a boulder.
    He pointed at his sister.
    “Statue of Liberty!”
    She foisted an invisible torch.

    He played by himself,
    She made a new friend .
    Vicky was her name,
    He didn’t want to leave the park.

    We fed birds at the pond,
    The geese are big and slow,
    Small ducks darted for the crumbs.
    We escaped the descending onslaught of pigeons.

    Our world opens up,
    Our time grows shorter,
    Crossing the river,
    A fox wets her tail.

  • Hegel is boring.

    I tried to explain the Hegelian Dialectic.

    First we start with a Thesis
    I held up my left hand.

    Then comes an Antithesis
    I held up my right hand.

    I clapped!
    It becomes a synthesis.

    Then!
    You know what happens?

    I held up my left hand.
    The Synthesis becomes a new Thesis!

    After three cycles of gesticulating, she looked at me.
    That’s boring!

    Oh yeah. What was the question again?

    ䷎䷇

    ocean sublimity
    constantancy
    steadfast
    unity

  • Her witty rejoinder from a midday exclamation bought them five extra minutes of late night entertainment.

    13:50
    I slid under the table during lunch.
    He exclaimed, Daddy’s disappearing!
    He repeated it until his sister looked up from her bowl.
    They laughed and slid under the table together.
    Momma yelled at the three of us.

    21:00
    Time’s up, let’s go to sleep.
    10 more minutes!
    Ok, 10 more minutes.

    21:10
    Ask mommy if we have to go sleep right now!
    I said we’re done. I make the rules around here too.
    You’re not a parent!
    Huh?
    Mommy said you’re a third child!

    ䷮䷜

    slowly
    golden sled

    silver screen
    tardy slumber

  • One plus one plus one for a visage on a round glass canvas.

    He held up a cashew

    这个叫作什么?
    (What do you call this?)

    It’s called a cashew.

    中文呢?
    (In chinese?)

    Mama thought for a moment.
    这是所腰果
    (This is called yāoguǒ)

    妈妈我想要腰果!
    (Mama, I want a cashew!)

    She gave him one
    He wanted another

    He took the three cashews and placed them on his empty plate.
    A little smile with squinty eyes.

    subterranean springs
    support multitudes
    salutary or sinister?