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Time Sucks How quickly I lose my love As the pieces of it drop Down like micro mirrorballs; Tiny sparkles floating down and shattering On the roller rink floor.

Love the World You’re In When you read poems in the am, You are guaranteed To cry before noon; Life a spoon serving All of it to you. Cereal to Crunch and pop, Snap and crackle. Someone else’s widowed mother Wanders alone, hand on A porous wall, she stares out To the lashing sea. Next page, a young man, infatuated By a spider’s dexterous geometry, Ignores his own. While nearby, a child Learns of her own mortality, Releases her palm tree valentine, a Beating bleating heart, A

"Because Freedom Can't Protect Itself" I made these signs for the March 28th "No Kings" event. It was encouraging to see-- among other generations-- my fellow GenX-ers standing up for what Schoolhouse Rock had taught us so well between our Saturday morning cartoons. We learned that we decided in 1776, as a country, that we wanted a president who cared about and represented the people, not a monarch who oppressed and ruled over them. We've been king-free since 1776, and I thin

Logophile Poet at the March So many signs. Words Written the day before or Of. Hold them up Above us all. Photos for Instagram activism and The clever meme. Maybe. But I fear the pen. Scribe Letters as symbols of the chaos. I send laser beam Lines. Fines for harm And charms chanted: 3Xs 3Xs 3. Fall to our knees. Scatter The proud ground with prayers Dropped and shattered And confined to earth. Words without thoughts Never to Heaven go.

This week's submission is a "work-in-progress" again. I procured some wooden eggs a while back, and have now painted them in lovely Easter/Spring colors, but that's as far as I've gotten. I received a great Easter card from my friend Chandra last year, which featured all different cartoon egg faces, and I think I'm going to use it as my inspiration for completing these Easter decorations. I've included the card in the pic so you'll get the idea. Stay tuned!...

Art Walk Let’s stroll at the damn; Pretend the world’s not About to tumble over the net- Bobble down currents - lurching to (un) certain Demise. Not really, though. Democracy, dead - for us. But everywhere? And, sure, crispy burning and soggy south - but Some will carry on. Rats, cockroaches, savvy Rabbits. Paint the night sky; Cover up the shooting stars And asteroids we’re always Afraid will clock us. Braze iron. Forge flesh. Leave Sculptures in the dying garden:

Jeffrey Dahmer as Epigraph The body was made soft to keep us from loneliness. ~Ocean Vuong We all seek meaning in histories Told to us. A monster dead six years After your birth, how did you learn The tale of him? A picture book On cannibalism and loving someone - a stranger really - so much You need to consume them. A Place where role models Take shape in whispers From a full freezer or Brutality on the correction Center floor. This is who History allowed out to k

This week's creation was a batch of cupcakes for my brother's birthday, a vegan version of those ubiquitous snack cakes from back-in-the-day: This was my first-ever attempt at a chocolate ganache, which is what I used to "frost" the cupcakes. (Technically, they were dipped, not frosted). It was WAY easier than I expected! I will definitely make it again.

Another weaving project completed! This was a little one-- just a small mat for Mike's side table-- but it still took some time. I'm learning lots about how different yarns behave. This viscose yarn turns out to be kinda "slippery", which I think contributed to the piece being slightly out of square. Again though, every "not quite what I intended" is a learning experience, so on we go! I'm happy with how the finished piece picks up the colors in our rug. I even laid it down o