He told her a story
in broken English.
It was my story
and my sister’s.
The immigrant story.
Each generation.
Home after home.
At the tips of each little tongue.
䷙䷸
the tusk of a gelded boar
good fortune
-
The trend crossed the line; only one observer cared.
-
What’s the are oh why?
Three pages
every morning.
Unleash the unconsious
on paper.
Half an hour
Before real life
(or spreadsheets)
One month down,
The first notebook too.
Precious solitude.䷻䷏
enthusiasm that looks upward creates remorse
hesitation brings remorse -
The offering to Janus was duly noted.
She unraveled his construction.
A black string woven through bars of the baby gate.
I hadn’t seen it yet.
The boy was devastated.
She didn’t realize it was important.
Really?
The whole house is a mess.
Why start with this?䷡䷲
a goat butts against a hedge
and gets its horns entangled -
Summer quietly smothered the valley.
The park was empty.
The sun nestled behind the hills.
The kids ran around the playground.
The golden hour enveloped us.
The only family in the world.䷫䷧
under heaven, wind
the image of coming to meet. -
An exquisite model is still a pallid unreality.
March closed with a finance book.
April started with epic spreadsheet for retirement.
Numbers led to more spreadsheets.
Research the perfect investment strategy.
Websites, forums, emails, articles, podcasts, videos, books.
Update the spreadsheets, again.
April is closing.
Time to decide.
Enough.
May is for living.䷌䷘
under heaven thunder rolls:
all things attain the natural state of innocence. -
Vehicles fast and slow traversed the tile ocean.
They laid a grey flannel blanket on the floor.
Piled on toys and pillows.
Set a red chair on one end.
Taped a sign on its back.
“The Chocolate Racer”䷯䷭
in the well there is a clear cold spring
-
What’s wrong with a high-salt, high-carb, high-fat, mid-night snack?
Two nights ago, my wife made porridge.
Aged cheddar, black pepper, sea salt, and leftover rice.
Righteous.
She made it again.
The kids devoured it before I came downstairs for lunch.
I scraped the pot before doing the dishes.
Less quantity, less guilt.
A moderate luxury.䷜䷯
the town maybe changed, but the well cannot be changed.
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How can we habiliate them with this?
“We’re good at warehousing.”
(at the youth center)
“They have no vision.”
About our capital
(and the kids)䷮䷰
a man permits himself to be oppressed by stone,
and leans on thorns and thistles. -
A plastic park phoenix rose from the turf as blocky ashes were swept into the pink storage bin.
She built a pet park.
A monumental arch led to a pond and a dog run.
Dali, Roofie, Little Roofie, Tiny Roofie, Chocolate, and Molang (the bunny).
The brown and black dogs (and white bunny) chased each other on the verdant lawn.
The green baseplate formerly undergird a house.
She built that with mom, a one bedroom tract home, not unlike our first house.
Alas, creative destruction.䷫䷃
a melon covered in willow leaves.
hidden lines.
then it drops down to one from heaven. -
The kids went camping in the bedroom, a beautiful mess; no bugs.
One blue smudge on the sheet.
Annother on the ping pong paddle.
Wash his hands.
What? More!
On the bed, the dresser, the laptop.
His arms, her shirt.
The wall.
His face.
Eureka!
The leaky pen.
My hands.䷩
It furthers one to cross the great water.