Old stuff

Wordplay


Holiday.
Holiday.
Holiday.
I like saying Holiday.
Holiday Holiday Holiday.
Ah!! But what's this? slippery!
Ah yes slippery, so sibilant on the tongue.
Don't ask me how slippery, and Holiday,
Such a strange pair of mittens,
Are together hung.
And then there's Stearylkonium Chlorate.
I'm not even sure what it is.
I read it on a shampoo bottle.
Is that what makes it fizz????
No, I thought that was the Glycerin.
Never-mind.



In-between day 2006



Wandering these inlaid paths, stones swirling at our feet in wonder. Still water lies in its bed, sleeping gently, lazy pink camellias drifting over its reflective face. Weeping willows trail their fingers in the quiet water. Their leaves drip down their slender branches, I think perhaps they are the tears they weep. A cherry flames above us, flamboyantly defying its soft sisters with it's brilliant red flowers. Her branches stand stark and simple against the dark, delicate, detailed tiles of the roof. We hear the quietly roaring sound of falling water, sweetly insinuating itself into our thoughts. It tumbles impetuously down the worn, pitted stone. I see you holding the baby, and you remind me of each other. The silent strength in you speaks to the patient earth. Your wisdom is far above mine. In your arms he effervesces, twist, and turns. Crowing in delight at the world we have found today