Art Haiku

Flurries of glitter

Sweep the pom-poms, paint aside.

Stay, precious moments.

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A Birthday Haiku

EcoKid turns four soon,

Can so many years have passed?

Always my baby.

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Haiku, Week 1

A weekly haiku, henceforth, in my minimalist attempt to update more often.  Little snippets of our life in teeny poetic form.  I hope you likey!
mosquito army,
blood is not free, slurp elsewhere
revenge will be mine.

Bye Grandma.

I’ve composed this eulogy on the occasion of my grandmother’s death. Because I can’t be at the funeral, my father has agreed to read it for me. Thank you, Dad.

My grandma died on Monday. It didn’t come as a surprise; Grandma has been deteriorating for the past decade and much more dramatically in the ten days prior to her death. What’s surprising is how long she lasted. Grandma has, since the moment of her birth, refused to bow to prognoses.

My grandma was born premature the day before her mother’s 22nd birthday on a farm in the plains of Alberta. Her mother, and likely her twin, died in childbirth It was predicted that she wouldn’t live through the night. When she did, it was suggested she wouldn’t make it through the week. And, defying odds, despite a birth weight that would land a contemporary baby in the NICU for months, my Grandma lived. She was fed with an eye dropper and slept in a shoe box on the open oven door…

Something From Nothing

***This post was supposed to have appeared as a guest post on another blog back in November. The author of the other blog abandoned her guest-posting project, however, leaving this post and those of many others unpublished. Not cool. Am I irritated, do ya think? Just a little. Pretty rude behaviour, in my opinion. So, because I put a load of work into the post, I’m publishing it here, late, and hope that you’ll enjoy it. ***

Are you familiar with Phoebe Gilman’s Something from Nothing, a retelling of the classic Jewish folktale? It’s a gorgeous story about a tailor and his grandson and the blanket that becomes, among other things, a handkerchief, a tie, a button, before the fabric of the garment deteriorates and the last remnant, the button, is lost.

Autumn in Our Neighbourhood

EcoKid and I went for a walk this afternoon.
We needed some salt. I think this is the second time in my life that I’ve bought salt. I rarely use it. When I do, it’s just a dash. So it was a bit surprising to note that we’d run out. I always get the notion, no matter how unfounded, that a container of salt should have an infinite duration if I only use a small shake at a time.
Anyway. We needed some salt. We also needed a comforter. There are four beds in our home and …

Thinking About Change

With my move to this new blogging location, I’ve been thinking a lot about the content of this blog. It began as a tool for keeping my family and friends updated on EcoKid. I posted photos and anecdotes about her daily life. Now and then, a bit about mine.

I’m still interested in using my blog to keep people in touch with my life, with our lives. But I want to do more. I began a little series, though I didn’t follow through, on tips for greener living. I liked that idea. I think I’m going to resurrect it. And my gratitude journal, which is gathering electronic dust…

Censorship Sinks My Blog

You may wonder why I’ve been quiet. Is Little Fart keeping her awake again, you wonder? He is, infact. We’ve had a bad run of nights. Then I got sick. But none of that is what’s keeping me from posting.

Turkey has banned blogger.

That’s right. I can not post to my blog. My dear friend Liz is posting this on my behalf.

Censorship sucks.

But I will NOT let the Turkish government silence me!

I’m A Guest Writer on Three Bright Stars!

Check it out! I’m a Featured Guest Writer on Three Bright Stars!

The other article is by Sarah Eve Kelly. It’s damn good. Check it out.

Everyone And Their Dog: The Sarah Palin Post

Everyone and their dogs have something to say about Sarah Palin. (The best thing I ever *heard* a dog say was at an anti-war rally in Edmonton. A certain little pooch did the protest march donning a placard with an image of George Dubya and the words, “That’s one bush I’d really like [...]