Archive for November, 2009

Creeper Photo: Thanksgiving

Thursday, November 26th, 2009

I am thankful for all the weird people in the world and the strangeness of the world we live in.


I don’t know what was wrong with you, but you made me laugh. You kind of looked like you were twitching out because someone was touching your merchandise. I was thankful for the laugh and this picture.


Ode to the Absent Pet

Wednesday, November 25th, 2009


I saw this dog a long time ago at the SPCA and I really wanted to adopt you.I still think of you.

I know I was meant to be your owner. It was so hard for me to walk away from you. I wonder what happened along the road that split our paths?

I think of you a lot. I wonder what happened to you. You were adorable so I am sure you are in a nice home some where. I just wish it was my home. I wonder what your owner named you. I wanted to name you Kita. I guess it was even harder for me to walk away with a name on my lips. It is the nameless and the faceless that are forgotten.

By now you are probably old and have become accustomed to your new home. I wonder why you were abandoned. It said you were deserted, but I can’t think of why. You are so nice and cute, who would give you up? Maybe they couldn’t afford you, maybe they weren’t prepared, or maybe they just didn’t care.

The SPCA probably took good care of you in the time being. I hope you are happy and loved. I still miss you.

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The Hat

Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

The woman walks
Along in a crowded street
Surrounded by people
Yet so alone
A scarf like a noose
Wrapped around her frail neck
Hands shoved deep
Into her pockets
She only looks
At the ground
The rhythmic step of her feet
Her wide hat
Shields her from the world
She ignores them
Is afraid of them
She wraps herself tighter
In what is safe and comforting
And is content in isolation
So she walks along
In a crowd of people
Without faces
The wind picks up
For a moment it whispers
A soft secret in her ear
A riddle told to fast
As the wind
Carried her hat away
The woman let out
A short little gasp
As her barrier was removed
She reached forward
Fingertips grazing it
Just out of reach
As it bounces and rolls
Along the dirty street
She chases in vain
And no one will help
Finally out of breath
And out of heart
She gives up
Standing in the crowd
Puffs of winter breath
Clouding before her as she watches
Her hat dance away
Her hair billowing about her
Watching with sad longing eyes
She stands still among thousands
As she turns to leave
A tap on her shoulder
She turns in surprise
A man stands before her
Her hat in hand
Holding it out towards her
A smile but no words
She takes it and offers
A shy little smile in return
As she starts to pull it
Back into place
He reaches out to stop her
He asks her
You have such a pretty face
He smiles and lets go
Giving an impartial shrug
You don’t need to hide
You are beautiful you know
He leaves her with
His few soft words
And a knowing smile
She stands there
Hat in hand
Filled with his offerings
Her eyes are wide
And her hands slightly quake
She lifts the hat
Looking at it now
And tosses it away
She watches it
Flit and dance in the sky
Gone forever
She smiles slightly
The stranger’s knowing smile
She doesn’t need it anymore

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Polar Dog

Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

No this isn’t animal abuse, my dog enjoys hats… specially my polar bear one.


Her fur almost matches, maybe the next genetic hybrid should be the polar dog. Well Gracie, at least you can be the first.

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Sand Piper

Monday, November 23rd, 2009


Sand piper in Morro Bay

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Sunday, November 22nd, 2009


This little sculpture reminds me of the greek myth of Sisyphus who was a crafty king seeking to elude death. His punishment was to push a giant boulder up a steep hill for eternity. I really love this sculpture and they way it is done. Congrats artist!

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Saturday, November 21st, 2009

Every second
Youth wasted
On planning
How your
Life will
End up
And should
Every second
Of life
Washed away
Never to get back
My house
My career
My husband
And family
Set in stone
Finally I
Reach my planned
Life and happiness
The perfect
Sits, reads the newspaper
Drinks coffee
He says
He loves me
The perfect
A little girl
Sits in her high chair
Angel with black hair
Pale face
Blue eyes
The perfect
Never barks
Nor bites
The perfect
Just as I
Had dreamed
High ceilings
In the rainy woods
The perfect
Writing and teaching
Always published
Students love me
I am perfect
My life complete
Except I
Had no childhood
I wish I
Had a perfect
I am not
My life is incomplete
To live
A perfect life
I must
Who I am
I think to myself
“This isn’t
What I wanted”
I don’t want
To be
“This isn’t
What I wanted”
I can’t
Be perfect
Because I am
I look
At everything
Just as I wanted
Just as I planned
Planned out
But now that
I have it
I don’t want it
“This isn’t
What I wanted”
I planned
So I could
Be happy
But now I have
Lost everything
That was really important
Is a joke
You can’t be
Because to get
You must give
Something else up
To be perfect
Or happy
You choose

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Pure Wool. No Bull.

Saturday, November 21st, 2009


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Creeper Photo: Hamster Boy

Friday, November 20th, 2009


The boy without a pet, how sad. Every kid needs a little animal to love and cherish for however short amount of time that creature is destined to spend with them. This picture makes me sad yet happy in a way. The poor kid just looks like he wants that little hamster so badly. He has the look of a kid who comes here everyday just to stare at that hamster. Not any hamster mind you, but that hamster in particular. I bet he named it too. I hope one day he gets his hamster and it is all he hoped it would be.


Crab Sun

Thursday, November 19th, 2009


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