Rivers in Maine

Shout Out

So I just want to give quick recognition to a wonderful little (or not so little) thing called Dayton Freecycle. It's a super idea (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freecycling), where people in a region join a listserve to basically swap stuff they don't want anymore, but don't want to throw away. Sort of like Craigslist, but FREE!!!

I've received some great stuff off of it (coffeemaker, bike, etc), and recently I've gotten rid of a bunch of stuff that I don't need anymore. It's a win-win, you can't beat it!

Haikus

So, I wrote some haikus for an art exhibit I have coming up. Some of them are specifically inspired by certain photographs (not included though)

Here goes:

Fish jumps in my boat!
Surprising reminders
of life in the river

into the daylight
happiness spreads like my smile
sense of peace outside

find new in the old
wonder in the history
beauty in the cracks

residing isn't living
knowing takes exploration
sense of place blossoms

life by bicycle
focus heightens awareness
the road is ours too

like an urban secret
I find connections thrilling
cars zoom unknowing
(this one has to do with the pedestrian bridge over 35)

water here abounds
flowing opportunities
tap into Dayton

our paddles in hand
like ambitious explorers
we are the future

Bathtub Rocks!

I wish my shower always looked like this!
:D

Poems

So some of you may remember way back two summers ago when I started this blog, I wrote a poem called Summer Apex (see below). Well, its prediction of coming change is again relevant. Change is coming. Now, the reason I remembered this was because I found another poem that I had written at the same time and I thought I'd share it. I'll just say though that it's very random and stream of consciousness.

Summer Apex

July first is the high noon of summer
It's been climbing to the top of my calendar for a month
waiting, rising, intensifying
I feel its bright and lonely scorcher sear
my alabaster, ginger-pale skin reddens
This July first brings both deadly UV and change
Here it comes
following closely behind this cronological apex
I gaze east and see August like a pale full moon
filled with promises
escape, nights of cool lunacy, you.
These 31 days can't fall off the horizon fast enough.


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I wanted to write a poem.
and I wanted to be creative
stifled in this maze of gray
diseases spot my elbow
spores of moldy poison black
pepper on my alabaster
albatrosses dead and flight
flying with my thoughts of you
carefully hurting
cautiously festering
wonder wander heart so dear
if i shave my head and beard
hat and eyes and lashes too
can you follow if you go
i don't want you
noses grow
wooden body wooden mind
wouldn't mind some apple pie
fruited lonely lovely lie
lying under skies of past
speeding stars and history
teach me something new of me
let me learn the color you
twining hairs and hearts and hands
do touches span the ocean blue?