Hierarchy

In the spirit of All Hallow's Eve, here's a tongue-in-cheek poem.

Hierarchy

We are hungry,

licking our chops,

grumbling bellies.

Move over.

We wonder if they’ve paid their dues,

climbed over corpses,

kicking aside what no longer serves,

gorging on the deceased.

It’s a bloody affair.

We wipe the mess from our mouths

with our shirt sleeves.

You’ve gotta feed the fire of creation

with the rotting withered writers,

the eliminated ones.

Hush now, stay quiet.

I’ll inflict my poetry on you.

Clamp hands over ears,

it’s too late.

I’ll shove you off the cliff,

drown you at the bottom of the lake,

but you’ll be there in the acknowledgements,

couldn’t have done it without you. 

Debate Poem

Ibrahim and Ishmael side by side,
tired eyes and
winning smiles,
100-watt bright.
Each takes his turn, polite as you like.

Balance the budget
restore jobs, borrow from China
or adieu to big bird,
tighten your belts,
recession is here,
we gotta dive in.

I did it for you…
Think of the children!

The best you can hope for,
all we have to offer you.

What of Gitmo?
Let's not talk about that.

Abracadabra, magic wand.
Subjects sleep, mesmerized.
Tweedle dee, tweedle dum,
old brothers at last.

Hippie Truffles

I wanted to make carob treats because chocolate is supposed to be not-so-great if you have acid reflux (heartburn).

Enter these carob truffles, made with carob powder. Tasty, and pretty decent from a health perspective. They have an unexpected ingredient that makes them the ultimate hippie confection: everyone's favorite wonder grain, quinoa.

Recipe here.

You can learn more about good eating habits for acid reflux here. 

Debate drawings

We went out to watch the debates yesterday. The guy next to me was drawing Mitty and Obam-bam so I followed his lead. His results were more impressive. Romney is all about the hair and the strong jaw. Obama has round protruding ears. Both have 100-watt smiles but tired eyes.

The writing at the top were notes about a poem (unrelated). The bottom is a quote from a Real Change vendor selling papers downtown. His non-election version is "If you do not have a dollar, I'll take a twenty." 

Thin Brown Wings

I'm going to try experimenting with posting excerpts or vignettes here and see how that goes. 

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Across Lake Union, her unbuttoned cardigan blowing in the breeze as she pushed the pedals so she had thin brown wings propelling her as she rode. Light and nimble, it wasn’t hard to imagine her as a mythical winged being. She hovered at intersections every so often, waiting for me to slog up hills which minutes ago she’d effortlessly summitted, not breaking a sweat. In between panting I appreciated the view of the towers of downtown Seattle as the sun sank. We were high above, parellel to I-5 on a skinny bike trail I hadn’t known existed. A blonde man thoughtfully dressed in dark denim and button-down shirt paused to snap a picture on the sidewalk. 

Earrings

Hi friends! At the encouragement of my beautiful sister, I'm going to stick some things back up here for a few days and see if I'm ready to get back into the blog groove. I think it'll be mostly photos of art/craft things I'm working on. Welcome.

These are some earrings I made recently using a wire-weaving technique.