lights flickering
just a few transactions
back and forth of small change
maybe a debit card or two
shelves are almost bare
dust feels the space around it
in the basement
a furnace that burned beyond
solar imagination
is a brown dwarf
or maybe a blackhole
as matter deimaginates around it
could there be a chapter 9?
crawling back
rotting frames and joists
replaced by living growing
strength
or is this a rot
that infests the foundation

it’s been about 1000 years since i last posted, or that’s what it seems.  i’ll write more later, just thought i’d put up the very irritated face of my younger daughter when she encounters food she doesn’t like . . . 

some new photos, with more to follow tonight (not photos, just text).  my daughter, the dr in training . . . taking care of my other daughter.
 

   

just a really fun day with my daughter.  we got up early and did the fort derussy biathlon, which was pretty good.  my knee is still bothering me, but i finished at 23:5something, (2.5 k run and 500 m swim), and my daughter did really well at her race.  she was last, but she really tried, which was all i cared about.  then we got home, gave her a shower, and then she went a friend’s birthday party, and i went to the gym.  afterwards, we came home, did some homework, and danced to some prarie home companion.  then she got ready for bed, but also watched muppets in space, or something like that.  just a great day, even though there were some not so great things along the way, in general, life is pretty good.

i think that i have to remember this when i struggle with stupid things at work or other parts of my life.  there is simple joy . . .

crimson on a blue and white flag
drips down a finger on a trigger
washes over a rocket waiting to be launched
flows out of a pen signing legislation
clots on a machine tool
threads its way into a dollar bill
is it the red
in the red white and blue?

lots of things happened, not so much blogging.  i’ve been lazy, mostly just posting at stumble.  but happy new year to all. my aunt passed away on the 16th.  she was an amazing person, even on wikipedia.  she edited a journal on artbooks, which is still up.  i guess that my brother and i will have to figure out if there is someone who can keep it going.  i miss her much, particularly since she is one of the few links to my mom’s side of the family.  it’s a bit scary, actually, since my aunt, mom, and my uncle (he died at 3 years old) all died from leukemia, although there isn’t any known genetically transmitted leukemia now.

otherwise, things go on.  the state is a mess, economically and otherwise.  we’re on the brink of more budget cuts, even after the required 20 + 8% that we have already experienced.  so hopefully i’ll still have a job at the end of the legislative session, but we’ll see.

A koala was sitting in a gum tree…… smoking a joint 

spreading swifter than the poison leaks
earth grinding itself to dust and enveloping fissures
where to go
on a dying world

struggling right now (and even write now).  i can’t even remember the last time that i have written anything here, but i’m back trying.  i’m sort of feeling like trying to swim through maple syrup, or maybe molasses, dark and very very heavy.  but i am trying to getting back to writing, playing some music (hasn’t happened yet), and getting myself back.  i’m not sure when that will happen, but i hope soon.

PITY THE NATION (After Khalil
Gibran)

                –
Lawrence Ferlinghetti