waiting

pacing back and forth
knowing that Wil is really
close... and yet so far

stormy weahter

gusty winds blowing
down trees, knocking out power
torrential downpours

holiday party

cocktails and music
softening the edges of
forced togetherness

I (heart) Matt

cider and burgers
and plenty of time talking
and getting caught up

cancellation

an unexpected
free evening, so I craft
to my heart's content

Sunday

the last weekend day
that I will spend without Wil
passing slowly by

thanks Kyle!

moving furniture
a place to store Wil's clothing
it seems so real now

am I dreaming?

yesterday's result
still feels unbelievable
now just one more week

success!!!

interview complete
now our lucky number is
"double-oh-seven"

one more day

Wil is in London
his interview tomorrow
feeling positive

oral presentation

talking about the
project; the only team that
followed directions

a visit with Dr. Carroll

eye pressure steady
slight inflammation remains
the drops continue

Maltby Cafe

a family brunch
catching up with news about
the Delaney clan

Hooverville

friendly local bar
peanut shells dropped on the floor
Strongbow in a can

RhythmJam

children dancing, dogs
wagging tails, drummers drumming,
me dancing, smiling

...rain

snow falling last night
gone in the morning... so I'm
back in the office

...snow...

my road still icy
I happily work from home
for another day

snow!

icy conditions
gave me the perfect excuse
to stay home again

eyes

a dusting of snow
and a painful eye conspire
to keep me at home

mixed bag

at the end of a
somewhat productive weekend
finally posting...

Stuffies splitting up?

Milo unhappy
rifts opening in the band
not so Wonder-ful

happy solitude

losing track of time
is it Friday? Saturday?
more peace and quiet

Thanksgiving

I give thanks for a
quiet day of solitude,
movies, and crafting

Suz

seeing you today
made me feel so happy; like
I'd regained feeling

close call

waiting, bus shelter
wet and cold... I remember
that I drove to class

Santarchy?

my will weakening
powerless against the lure
of crimson velvet

Autumn cleaning

a long overdue
fit of vacuuming, mopping,
scrubbing -- not windows

cupcake

new pumpkin flavor
is difficult to resist
buttercream frosting

traffic

inching down the street;
blocked intersections, drizzle,
rising blood pressure

Stein

afternoon at the
5 Point with my brother Mike
solving the world's ills

happy anniversay to us

appropriate that
tradition dictates paper
my love, my best friend

offsite, day 2: no magenta fuzzy

meeting all day, then
four more hours of class at night
not feeling the love

offsite day 1: Whirlyball, the Ruins

enjoyed goofing off
with my team, but dinner was
a disappointment

Lady Constance Lytton, 2

is there anything
that I would be willing to
be imprisoned for?

soothing

adding shape on shape
repeating stitches becomes
a meditation

usability test

"You know Don Norman?"
he asked, unaware that I
was reading his book

orishas

loving samba class
personalized attention
and vibrant drumming

edgy

nervous about the
study; at least it is a
distraction from life

hopeful

finally it feels
possible; Wil's interview
just one month away

hooky

I feel much better
having taken the day off
naughty, but better

vivid

dreaming of London
the embassy a castle
Wil a questing knight

relaxed

it's the first weekend
in a very long time that
we have felt happy

happy birthday Adam

I wish that when we
last met I had told you how
much you meant to me

FINALLY!!!

Wil got an e-mail:
interview in December
just thirty-five days

twelve weeks

sending letters to
politicians; we're really
feeling desperate

T-Mo Halloween

fewer people in
costumes this year; but I left
before the children

plain

momentarily
I consider a costume
the spirit passes

@ Barbara & Taru's

the mysteries of
the pomegranate revealed
ruby sweet-tart seeds

recluse

I can easily
go the whole weekend speaking
to no one but Wil

I feel like I keep
writing the same haiku; how
art imitates life

bleak

I can't keep this up
I can't even bear to post
these gloomy haiku

eleven weeks

if six to twelve was
really eight to ten, then we
are now overdue

6:30 a.m. - 10:00 p.m.

long, exhausting day
arriving early at work,
staying late at school

Tato & Tufty

surrounded by the
furry souvenirs of our
journey together

lonely

yesterday was a
reminder of simgle life --
but worse, without Wil

Rita & Shane

family and friends
in overlapping circles
support your union

Friday

another long week
crossed off the calendar; still
no news from London

Lady Constance Lytton

jailed for her beliefs
carving a bloody V for
votes into her chest

clocks

the endless ticking
slowly marking time until
together again

samba

sadly my joyous
feelings dissipate too fast
when the drumming stops

grey

trudging through the day
each morning more difficult
to get out of bed

slip

a momentary
lapse of concentration and
I fall to my knees

things what go WHUMP in the night

will insomnia
be my constant companion
despite the new roof?

red tape

crossing off the days
serving this tiresome sentence
feeling imprisoned

hopeless

why do I write these
when I now seem to lack the
energy to post?

usability class

working with Tracy
and Leslie -- feeling happy
about our project

x-rays

standing motionless
clutching the lead body shield
knees frozen in time

Janelle

such joy in dancing
inspires my creaky knees
feeling the rhythm

long weekend

restless energy
feeling trapped, maddened by the
slowly ticking clock

Skype isn't enough

tense, quiet, moody
readjusting to leading
our separate lives

TGIF?

one week has gone by
not even an entire month
empty weekend looms

i (heart) carol

glimmer of sunshine:
my new samba instructor
she's an otter, too

wednesday

settling into
a dreary routine; one day
much like another

office

corner cubicle
secluded, quiet; still I
cannot keep focused

jet lag

dry-eyed, wide awake
exhausted but still sleepless
hearing the clock tick

farewell

where did two months go?
poster children for Einstein's
relativity

après...

smuggled Jack Daniels,
secrets revealed, hugs, kisses,
and tearful goodbyes

Milo

long-time favorite,
now clearly a friend, almost
even family

Adam Ant

two hundred faithful
patiently queueing to meet
their fragile hero

countdown

strolling past Britain's
industrial heritage --
is this the last time?

focus

absentmindedly
drifting from task to task, not
paying attention

bathtime

soothing hot water
an excuse to stop work
let the mind wander

slowly but surely

the shelves are empty
the boxes pile grows higher
still so much to do

Happy Birthday, Samuel Johnson!

festivities and
felicitations for the
lexicographer

progress

clearing off the shelves
carrying books to Oxfam
two bags at a time

Walsall Illuminations

fairy lights in the trees
candy floss, sticky fingers
strolling, holding hands

Coventry

bombed-out cathedral
Lady Godiva statue
and too many shops

Talk Like a Pirate Day

shiver me timbers
we'll hoist tankards of cider
and dance the hornpipe

Toni Goes to Ironbridge

she's leaving today
to navigate England's roads
driving on the left

Balti Triangle

sizzling curries
our tongues pleasantly burning
spicy biryani

family dinner

a take-away meal
red wine and conversation
flowing freely

new kicks

black kitty-cat TUKs
smiling when I glimpse my feet
silly mary janes

unsettled

dreaming of stingrays,
graduate school, circuses;
an uneasy night

too late

registering for
a usability course
first on the waitlist

helpless

irrationally angry
"other peoples' families"
leave me unsettled

e-mail

a groaning inbox
much of it no longer of
interest, or use

Ireland Day 7: Tara

legendary hill
where mythology blends with
history, magic

Ireland Day 6: Knock

noisy rosaries
the phrase "holier than thou"
suddenly makes sense

Ireland Day 5: Fanore

eavesdropping on a
matchmaking festival, with
shy farmers dancing

Ireland Day 4: Ring of Kerry

travelling clockwise
on a pilgrimage of sorts
blue seas and green grass

Ireland Day 3: Garinish

clear turquoise water
sheltered bay, sadly lacking
accommodation

Ireland Day 2: Blarney Castle

stretching back, head down
brushing lips against smooth stone
receiving the "gift"

Ireland Day 1: Wexford

crossing the Slaney
visiting the Delaneys'
ancestral homeland

squeamish

changing the dressing
seeing surprisingly clean
edges of the wound

homebound

a long, lazy day
lying in 'til afternoon
relaxing together

postponed

more realistic
to delay our departure
and recuperate

surgery

removing a plate
and screws from his left ankle
leaving flute-like bone

Ireland!

the ferry is booked
and the rental car reserved
for emerald shores

Sold!

indecisiveness
misread by the buyer as
negotiation

Lampeter

taking Wil back to
old haunts; imagining him
in his wilder days

Snowdon

a boring, foggy
climb; we left with no view or
sense of achievement

to buy or not to buy

it's practical to
wear leopard-print shoes before
buying "pirate" ones

overheard at the co-op

two sweet old biddies:
"Come over for a glass of
sherry..." "Delighted!"

Pluto

astronomers may
say what they will; you remain
a planet to me

four rather than three?

I'll say it right now
Ireland's Carrauntoohill is
out of the question

next challenge

a weekend in Wales
walking "the place of eagles"
climbing Yr Wyddfa

aftermath

sore, bruised, and bloodied
inching along a sheep's track
but finally, safe

Scafell Pike

fog-shrouded mountain
navigating cairn to cairn
achievement; no view

mistaken identity in the Lake District

headed for the lake
not knowing it was Crummock,
thinking Loweswater

weekend trip

we're off to the Lakes
where Wordsworth mused and Brontes
scribbled spinsterly

it is, after all, Thor's Day

rattling windows
flickering lights, the modem
resetting on, off

TUK leopard shoes

still honoring my
no-boot-buying promise, but
buying shoes instead

on planning a wedding

reminding the bride
that, despite the cliche, it
really IS her day

Rita's reminder

behind in posting
if not in writing, I will
finally catch up

Sea-Life Centre

rays, turtles, otters
both of us imagining
the life aquatic

Severn Valley Railway

wooden carriages
brass-buttoned ticket takers
smiles and clouds of steam

England!

we nicked the glasses
from the Sunflower Lounge, each
sporting three lions

Frontline

is there anything
better than a record on
blue glitter vinyl?

brown recluse

somehow I managed
not to leave the house today
why did I get dressed?

June

unhappy news meant
a trip to the hospital
to visit our aunt

achy

a bit sore today
creaky joints resulting from
weekend exertions

Lickey Hills

a nicer day for
climbing, even if just for
a Birmingham view

the Malverns

on the early train
climbing up deserted hills
enshrouded in mist

one week?

perhaps this fluid
time is what Einstein meant by
relativity

Captain

apparently, their
first single is called "Frontline"
and not "Summertime"...

King's Norton

ancient bricks, mortar
miraculous survival
the Saracen's Head

spellchecker

feeling calmer, now
settling down, resolving
these inequities

livid

I'm more than spellcheck
it's time to find a new job
deadline: October

bleary

feeling very ill
sunshine, ice cream, and cider
a dangerous blend

Ben & Jerry's Sundae (on Saturday)

a helter skelter
sixteen different flavours
pitchers of Pimms

over Ireland

soon we'll be landing
then immigration, customs,
and my sweet husband

abandoned by the packing fairies, again...

feeling jittery
happy for the holiday
tense for the packing

out

tidying my desk,
saying my farewells, and then
leaving the office

copydeck maintenance

slowly accepting
myriad red-highlighted
long-ago-made changes

work is where the AC is

staying late isn't
such a terrible thing when
the mercury soars

what the thermometer said

politics aside,
I suppose there's something to
this global warming

hot

heavy stickiness
they say it's not the heat, it's
the humidity

"complete"

updated message
now our case goes to London
an interview soon?

Maya Lin

a mountain of wood
a "systematic landscape"
made of two-by-fours

soon

counting down the days
'til I head to Blighty and
finally see Wil

Dr. Amy Deans

what a nice surprise:
a good doctor who has a
helpful office staff

Matt

talking easily
about everything and
nothing, all night long

tired

exhausted by this
waiting, feeling like our lives
are stuck in limbo

Rita's moving day

on and off the truck
a busy elevator
good moving karma

ugly mugs

Welsh-made pottery
funny faces hand sculpted
collected by Wil

snorse

a woodland creature
light blue skin, tiny black wings
dining on truffles

sweater weather

summertime office
an arctic zone thanks to the
air conditioning

dentist

the hygienist laughs
and says "I'm the gentle one"
as she polishes

Sidekick 3

configuration
error results in the site
crashing to a halt

headbutt

only Zidane knows
just what Materazzi said
hope it was worth it

clipless pedals

this year's first bike ride
nearly falling while waiting
at the first stoplight

quarterly review

writing the same old
platitudes; like counting each
word in an essay

blah

listless, bored, blue,
complete lack of energy
is it the weather?

Portugal loses

dirty play, that wink...
Ronaldo's going home, his
diving days are done

Germany loses

they had become my
team of choice, playing cleanly
and honorably

fireworks tomorrow

reminders that this
separation is just a
quirk of history

1-0

even angrier
at / about Rooney, after
Brazil's loss to France

England out

"Que será, será"
sing the terraces; going
out on penalties

4-2 in PKs

feels strange to root for
Germany, but I'm glad they
beat Argentina

evesdropping

to hear stories of
kids forbidden to say "butt"
rather "bible school"

World Cup Hangover

no footie today
leaving an empty spot in
my daily routine

Huddle Up

too much rah-rah talk
but in the end we did good
painting blueberries

Monday

back in the office
feeling lost and unfocused
offsite tomorrow

England

Becks' masterful foot
bending the ball into the far
corner of the net

Maureen

delicate outside
but tough as nails inside, she's
a real favorite

real mission burritos

it's my first proper
burrito of the year; grilled
and stuffed with veggies

Usability Camp Day 1

I'm sitting between
the Campus Crusade for Christ
and Halliburton.

Solstice

balanced day and night
the pessimist in me says
darkness grows longer

England 2, Sweden 2

playing to a draw
less successfully than hoped
but still we are through

Happy Birthday, Matt Olson

he's one of "the Matts"
and though I rarely see him
he is dear to me

Happy Father's Day, Tony Holder

my birth dad has passed
but I've got a wonderful
new father-in-law

the week ahead

a lack of focus
being out of the office
in San Francisco

evesdropping

listening to a
pompous, self-aggrandizing,
wanna-be artist

the first goal

a cross by Beckham
headed in by Crouch to put
England up one-nil

Jack Blak

bourbon from Lynchburg
meets coffee-flavored cola
for a tasty mix

Joga Bonito

Ronaldo's waistline
aside, Brazil truly play
the beautiful game

brand immersion

magenta floodlights
sausage font, commercials, and
the tallest pygmy

Marshall & Amy

prepping for Solstice
silver-painted babies and
multi-colored wigs

England 1 - Paraguay 0

listless play, a team
withering in the heat, but
still a victory

kickoff -- soon

and so it begins
Germany, Costa Rica
and ninety minutes

1966 & All That

three lions rampant
many St. George's crosses
hope sprung eternal

crisis averted?

unless I've missed it,
yesterday resulted in
no armageddon

6/6/6

I'm all for dressing
up, but I hesitate at
wedding the dark lord

Ex-Sylvanian

the tiny squirrel
on my desk has reverted
to nature, sans clothes

thanks Barbara!

a needlework date,
yummy grilled-cheese sandwiches,
clothes T.V., and you!

CPR Saturday

the steps: Check, Call, Care
two breaths between each set of
thirty compressions

DOOM

a Netflix error
leads to an entertaining
serendipity

and so this is June

darkness descending
makes me afraid my eyes are
fading -- night returns

Keflavik

staying up all night
watching the light and the clock
our time feels longer

redrum

empty corridor
in an off-season hotel
a few creepy guests

an abomination

Iceland's favorite:
chocolate and liquorice
an unholy mix

Blue Lagoon

lava fields surround
milky, steaming hot waters
of luminous blue

to Iceland

we'll be together
amongst geysers, lava fields,
waterfalls, basalt

I dream of puffins

small black and white birds
adorned with clownish makeup
nested on the cliffs

happy birthday Jonathan

somewhere in Vermont
my grad school roommate, "Pookie",
is turning fifty

T-Motini

signature cocktails
are a sure sign you've paid an
agency too much

garden variety

I would tend to you
the pumpkin in my garden
nurture you with love

traffic meeting

each taking their turn
outlining the week ahead
some busy, some not

slow Sunday

a banging headache
aching neck, dodgy stomach
last night's memories

Space Needle

sometimes my ideas
are challenging to translate
to reality

Macbeth

walls running with blood
pointlessly shifted rocks and
no cauldron at all

desktop elephant

tiny pachyderm
shuffling amongst the papers
bringing me a pen

Herman the German Giant

twenty-pound rabbit
massive feet, toes splayed, embraced
by a smiling man

silent morning

an empty office
pale light streaming through windows
waking up slowly

happy '6-month-aversary'

this tiresome distance
cannot diminish the love
that I feel for you

tomorrow...

in our first half year
we've only spent, in total
two months together

spring, finally

growing warm outside
good to finally feel the
mercury rising

"teambuilding" day II

cynical armor
semi-permeable skin
renders me immune

"teambuilding" day I

we knew the secret
so we had no problem in
subverting the game

hooky

I skipped class tonight
needing instead to prepare
for tomorrow's trip

7-8

a thirteen-hour day
and still my to-do list grows
longer and longer

Affidavit of Support, part II

a not so small joy
finding a big envelope
crammed in the mailbox

Sunday night blues

melancholy mood
and another lost weekend
time standing so still

Paternayan 660

there's not enough wool
to finish my needlepoint
I blame the tent stitch

Friday

weeks drag by slowly
full and yet nearly empty
with few memories

trunk show

tonight at Reba's
a pleasing combination
of baubles and cake

copywriting class, week 4

distracted by a
large raccoon on the roof; all
of us children again

yesterday's march

watching protesters
feeling selfish -- I want my
immigrant here first

workers of the world, unite

nobody noticed
the red bracelet on my wrist
or the tune I hummed

quilt

piecing together
strips of bright flannel to keep
Ania's baby warm

dinner with Barbara & Taru

made dinner last night
testing a new recipe
fortunately tasty!

Editors

a late night club show
again surrounded by those boring
"entertain me" types

b.l.l.t.

be gentle with me
(I'm not as strong as I thought)
cartoon animals

Tab energy

"deliciously pink"
fizzy sweet watermelon
Jolly Rancher taste

CT scan

holding very still
while the machine whirls around
capturing my skull

grammar

I am still striving
to better understand the
that/which distinction

packing

it's easier to
organize another's things
than to do my own

"Sleeping Beauty's Trellis"

in bead class today
learning too late that I
disliked the project

Affidavit of Support Bill

the large envelope
contains a bill I'm very
happy to receive

MTM

afternoon meeting
part rah-rah and part commerce
but Rita lies well

Christine's copywriting class

mental exercise
stirring creativity
clearing the cobwebs

fishbowl

while cleaning the tank
Bait waits tensely in a bowl
jittery, fins flared

wrenched neck

my range of motion
shrunken, sinews taut and sore
hello Tiger Balm

Easter at the Delaneys'

the kids hid the eggs
the adults hunted for them
topsy-turvy fun

the IRS must wait

the small towns where the
post office is closed today
grant two extra days

TGIF, again

the days and weeks drag
perhaps a lack of focus
is responsible?

for Aaron at Second Ascent

my silver steed is
finely tuned, safer, thanks to
my bike mechanic

tortoise dreams

Wil dreams of thousands
of tiny tortoises, each
the size of a dime

the importance of paper

the tangible proof
makes the e-mail seem more real
now we move to State

thanks Janeale!

I always forget
how much I love to samba
drums and dance and sweat

brown recluse

sometimes a Sunday
passes too slowly when you
never leave the house

happy birthday Rebecca!

your smile can light up
any room -- do you know how
much I treasure you?

hooky

it's good to sleep in
so I can fully enjoy
this mental health day

Dave Eggers told me this one

Condoleezza Rice
name so nice, I'll say it twice
Condoleezza Rice

freeze and thaw

temperature
changes make the roof above
crack, bang, and shudder

R.I.P. Martin Gilks, 1964-2006

setting the tempo
for much of my life; you're still
the groove controller

monday...

a bleary morning
puttering zombie-like, then
heading to the gym

Ballard Market

a small dog in the
window, frozen, watching the
big dogs play outside

whisky tasting

pleasing to the eye
and so fiery on the tongue
liquid happiness

on Garth's retirement

what will you do now
if you really *do* retire?
the wide world is yours

Online Styleguide: For Alan

a five-pixel gap
separates text and icon
in every link

Arctic Monkeys

so much hype threatens
to drown out all the music
will it be worth it?

anthemion

glimpses of fresh ink
shades of violet and black
pleasant, surprising

tapestry

needle in, needle
out, soothing repetition,
wool's meditation

Mothering Sunday

one of the best things
I gained in my marriage is
my mother-in-law

scattered papers

the endless charts and
patterns distract me from the
real project at hand

team meeting

another re-org
wondering how we'll fit in
with our new teammates

that rascal Puff

a dragon-shaped cloud
floating over Mount Rainier
in the early morning

something fishy

Rita's out of town
abandoning her poor fish
but Bait will be fed

Congratulations Suz & Eric!

friends and family
gathered to welcome the new
mister & missus

vernal equinox

the sun shines brightly
in a crisp blue sky on this,
the first day of spring

launch night

hurry up and wait
bursts of excitement mixed with
hours of boredom

pre-launch jitters

things will be just fine
scripts will be run, and we'll all
be home before dawn

St. Patrick's Day

in good times and bad
she acknowledged that she had
always been Lucky

R.I.P. P.W.E.I.

a cryptic message
reveals a world no longer
so Incredible

happy anniversary

a surprising year
I could not have predicted
so much happiness

jet lag

it's barely Tuesday
two-thirty in the morning
and I'm wide awake

commute

driving into work
did the past two weeks happen?
my heart tells me yes

65-minute flight delay @ BHX

the only good thing
was that it reduced the time
I spent in Newark

last full day in Brum

I'm sad to say that
this poor fool and her honey
are too soon parted

Whitby

climbing nearly two
hundred worn-down steps for a
prospect of Whitby

Blackpool

grey skies add to the
gloom in this seaside town still
closed down for winter

Manchester

lost in winding streets
an unplanned, undesired tour
of a humdrum town

flu or food poisoning?

it doesn't matter
which -- shivering nausea
and pieces of toast

engagement tattoos

a thousand needles
pushing pigment under skin
marking me as his

Ironbridge

happy wanderings
through a Victorian town
going back in time

Dudley JBs

seeing the Stuffies
playing their home town, dancing
surrounded by friends

St. Ives

as I was going
to St. Ives, I met no man
at all... wives or no

to Norwich

blizzard conditions
crawling down the motorway
aching hands and arms

Happy Birthday Wil!

you're my best friend, my
beloved, now my husband
I wish you great joy!

Stuffies in Stratford

in Shakespeare's home town
we'll enjoy the rhythms of
a modern-day bard

Cadbury World

over excited
in Bournville, now swimming in
a chocolate sea

Patsy "Haiku" Cline

back in baby's arms
how I missed those loving arms
back where I belong....

@ SeaTac

the shuffling masses
are soothed by the illusion
of security

bags still empty

flight leaves in twelve hours
what can I do to entice
the packing fairies?

phone tree

Where is the button
for help? I'm confused by their
limited options...

irs.gov

bureaucratic forms
masterpieces of fine print
and obfuscation

to Linda

no longer faceless
I wish my civil servant
joy, happiness, bliss

Lincoln, Jefferson, Carter, Wilson, TR...

a pleasant game: which
five presidents to choose as
dining companions

small pleasures

Sunday evening
is my favorite part of
a three-day weekend

happy birthday, Michael Stein!

today one of my
oldest and dearest friends is
halfway to ninety

ladies night

"They'll lure you into
their dungeon," he said. But he
needn't have worried...

new cube

sunlight streaming in
a warm, golden distraction
work seems far too grey

three-month-versary

For ninety-two days,
you and I have been married.
Together, apart.

St. Valentine's Day

thank you, my darling...
odysseus is perfect...
all my love, biscuit

happy birthday, Suz!

here's wishing that all
your dreamiest dreams come true
in the coming year

peyote stitch

many tiny beads
woven together to form
a sparkling fabric

one more fortnight

in only two weeks
I will be winging my way
to my husband's arms

carrots

a modern maxim:
turn broken carrots into
"baby-cut carrots".

Stars

ready to sign up
for the soft revolution
"watch the stars descend"

sunshine

still cold in the shade
but the sun is shining bright
Ha! Silly rodent!

move meeting

how much training is
really necessary to
put things in boxes?

duckie

a cheery friend who
sits by the bathtub, hiding
in plain sight of all

magnets

a strong attraction
quickly becomes repulsion
with a single turn

old polaroid

grainy images
instant gratification
creased and dusty

Emerald Drop

a sugary rim
contrasts with the tart liquid
in luminous green

Groundhog's Day

spring is on its way
regardless of a rodent's
prognostication

reba

mugs of hot buttered
rum on a cold winter’s night
cozy sisterhood

IM

distance and typed words
and misunderstandings are
tearing us apart

cupcake

delicious handfuls
of happiness, bundled in
tiny pink boxes

outlawed!

is it really so awful
these days to steal from the rich
and give to the poor

pebble

shining in water
sadly fading to matte when
stranded upon land

pool lil' elvis

the lingering death
of my hard drive - a portent
of impending doom?

growl

this morning's bagel
sits abandoned in the car
sadly left behind

wednesday

glimpses of blue sky
hints of pink in the morning
point towards springtime

INS

dealing with all this
faceless bureaucracy is
tearing me apart

to green curry

spicy mixed with sweet
chunks of fresh tofu swimming
in coconut milk

gwnewch y pethau bychain

hammering away
pounding letters into wire
metal on metal

Saturday

weekends used to be
something to look forward to
now they are endured

Milo

it's such a pleasure
to know someone has gotten
kinder over time

writer's block

why won't the words come
lorem ipsum dolor cit
dark clouds in the sky

guardian angel

listening to your
breathing, deep sleeping, feeling
fiercely protective

pcm training

one hundred fifty
minutes of my life now lost
in endless meetings

best ambiance on kexp

the day's worry and
anger fading, my spirits
lifted by praise songs

paperwork date

completing my will
leaves me feeling unsettled,
uneasy, mortal

Broncos 27, Patriots 13

a surprising win
leaves me troubled regarding
present loyalties

Seattle goes for the record

twenty-six days of
consecutive rainfall are
mirroring my mood

a song or a dream

creatures keep climbing
up over the barricades
rushing to the sea

nine days

even the leopard
print sheets don't cheer me up when
I wake up alone

all quiet

where are you, my love?
it's late, are you still sleeping?
curled up in the dark

to the Crock Pot

all day alone it
simmers gently, creating
perfect comfort food

to-do lists

chatting over pints
making lists and planning our
January tasks

Saturday alone

raining all morning
mercury falling, leaving
a bittersweet snow

2006 projects

origami and
haiku this year - I think I'm
turning Japanese

$2.09/gallon

it's amazing how
inexpensive petrol seems
in comparison

return

back in the cube farm
thin film of dust on my desk
distracted by noise

comcast

High-speed Internet
isn't so fast when you must
wait twenty-four hours.

BHX - Seatac

Two pints of cider
And a packet of crisps was
Our last shared breakfast.

E.T.D. 0900

This bright sunny day
Fades into a cold dark night
Separation looms

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