book release party!

This Ocean Used To Be A Desert
book release party!

Albums Bistro
on the Hill@1124 13th St,
Boulder
303-709-5272

This Wednesday
open reading at 8:00 pm
Ocean book release at 8:30

I'm really psyched that a local press has picked up my poetry book for publication. I'll be reading some stuff from it this Wednesday, and it'd be great to see you there!

My Daughter is A Dinosaur

The Next Obvious Step
This has been happening for some time, now, but I'm just recognizing it, and becoming intrigued. It has come to pass that my daughter now clomps around the house on her hands and knees, referred technically in most academic circles as the 'crawling phase'. Most of the time, she crawls like normal babies do--on her hands and knees. Sometimes, however, she crawls only on her hands and feet with her butt high up in the air. Hilarious. I've not figured the reason for this, what it is that makes her prefer that specific method of locomotion at specific times but, when she does this, she looks like a dinosaur, specifically a diplodocus. The word dinosaur means 'thunder lizard'. Again--apropos.

If I was cool...or had an inordinate amount of time to figure it out, I would post this picture I saw of a diplodocus. But I'm not, and I don't, so I won't, but here's the link to aforementioned picture:
http://www.cbv.ns.ca/marigold/history/dinosaurs/datafiles/diplodocus.html

Use your copy and paste skills, if you're so inclined. If you're not, just pay attention throughout your day for earth-shaking thumps and ker-plops. Brianna just may be coming around the corner, in full-on Diplodocus mode. Little Thumper Thunder Lizard.

Oh, wow!

Hey!! My birthday's in one month!

Uhhh...?

啊，上来这里还不错，空气清鲜

On The Potential Evolution of the Dolly Madison Zingers

I'm not at liberty to whole-heartedly pursue my next million-dollar idea yet (due to potential legal entanglements with the parent company, Dolly Madison, basic physical production concerns, and simple time constraints that disallow the creation of any viable business plan, among other things). I feel comfortable, however, with at least introducing the idea to you because I have an unfounded and cheerfully naive view of human nature that no one would DARE steal such an important idea. Also, I believe it's important to let you all know it is coming, so you can rest easier and walk lighter in the knowledge that life is about to become so much more, well, organic, without having to give up that which we all love so much.

I'm, of course, talking about Dolly Madison Zingers, and especially exalting the raspberry coconut variety with vanilla cream filling. There is but one distinct weakness to these wonderful little sponge cakes--they are not real. Up to now, I've just accepted this as an unfortunate part of life, that not one ingredient is derived from any vague semblance of natural ingredients. I've recently come to see, however, that this does not HAVE to be the case.

More on this epiphany, coming soon...

A Poem Because My Little Girl Is One

Happy Birthday, Thumper!!

Confirmation of Angels

It is the smell of lavender
That gets us through
And the wash of warm
Water over our backs.
See the sign of the Covenant,
In a rusty weathercock,
Blowing and spinning 'round,
We find silver
In a winter wind,
And gold
In the autumn breeze.
Red ruby
In the summer sunset,
Indigo raindrops
In the heart of spring.
And within it all-
The sign of the Covenant,
Confirmation of angels
In the atmosphere
spinning down,
Spinning down...to touch us,
Spinning down.
10/05