a priori/a posteriori

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Year 4: catching up

I've been getting my life together for these past 3 years. Give or take.

I've been documenting it. On and off.

I'm excited for this next year. To continue the climb.

I hope I write more and worry less. I hope I celebrate a new year every day. I hope I post all my work and give the world a chance to feel better about the world they created and are creating.

I hope I go clean the guinea pig cage, because it's Sunday.  I hope I smile at Dragonfly more.

I hope I call my mom and tell her I love her. And thank you.

I am excited for this. It's our "catch up year."

Boy oh boy. What a year it is.

Now: where were we?

Friday, May 5, 2017

Brave

The bravest of us
are the ones that don't know

Because the fear around them is their air.
They breathe it in,
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Thursday, April 13, 2017

Train

Butterfly rests. Asking her stomach to be kind.

Bee tip-tap-types.

Big bombs blaring in the background

Dragonfly inches closer, her first solo ride,
Neither freight nor fright, slowing her roll.


Phone

Bee hears the song and hopes
Hope down stairs
Hope for the 3000 on his screen.

Butterfly waits
Waits as she counts
Wonders what world her ring interrupts
Excited to swap stories
To share worlds

The dishwasher churns

Shift

Bee buzzes back to the hive.
Butterfly files with her heavy new coworker.
Two minds making one decision.

Dragonfly makes peace
Finding that childhood smile
Buried under the bed

And finds it still fits.
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This is life

As much as any show with a fat girl on NBC,

This is life.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

I Love Poetry

I don't know why, exactly. I can't even tell you exactly what "it" is.

How do you know it when you see it?  When is it good? When is it bad? When is it self-congratulatory? When is it self-...

When is there a point?
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I don't know. But I know I love it.

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

I Wonder how Ryan Stackman is Doing

One of my first childhood friends was Ryan Stackman.

He was a second baseman. Which, for all you born after 1994, was a position in baseball.

(Which, for all you born after 2007, was a sport that used to be played in America)

(Which, for all you born after 2020, was a country in-between Canada and Mexico)
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I remember a ton about Stackman. He lived on the left side of a cul-de-sac, maybe two houses down from Randy Tomlin, a Pittsburgh Pirates pitcher at that time.

Ryan's dad was a pilot. He had a neighbor named Scott, and I thought he was cool. I remember the first time I came over and Scott's older sister had gotten "hot." I remember a lamp not working in their basement.

I remember playing baseball games on his Nintendo, and I think I remember a birthday party where we got "grab bags" at the end of it.

I remember one time he got a really big bruise on his bicep -- which did not exist yet, because we were ten -- when he tried to apply a tag too quickly at second base.

I remember him being a good friend.

I also remember talking to him a combined zero times after, maybe, 7th grade?
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I wonder how Ryan Stackman is doing.

I hope he's still playing baseball.