Sunday, April 4, 2010

Who ARE We?!

Waltz with me in the street
avoid the murder car
and look at a mouse.
Friends bloopers until three a.m.
[Ross caaannnnnnn]

Beet red tomato prediction came true!

Happy Easter :)

Pat: Never change.

Saturday, March 13, 2010


Remember when you were little? How, in the bright summer days, your parents would line up your toy dinosaurs at the windowsill, giving them a glimpse of what they were missing out there?

When night fell those dinosaurs would radiate the light of the day. They'd sneak into your room, one by one, and your parents would tell you to go find them. Remember searching through your dark room for that rosy glow coming from under your covers, your closet, your drawers?

Remember being terrified of forgetting one in case it came alive and ate you?

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Just A Writer... But My Pal.

[The last post I posted was my 365th. Finally, after three years.]

Days like these
with that Spring smell around
remind me of

Scrape of chalk on concrete,
bouncing balls above wires and
hool-ing hoops around arms.

The clack of street hockey
as I watched Nicks friends play.

Skinned knees from trying too hard,
blood from a skateboard accident and
my name hollered from
front porches when the sun


Boy: I can't cross my legs.
Me: Really?
Boy: Yeah, my pants are too tight.
Girl: Liar! You can't cross them without pants on either.

And something about a big friendly bear.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Run Away

Sometimes, when I'm sitting on the bus, I wonder what would happen if there was an accident and no one could escape this bus? How would the drama unfold? Would the old lady next to me offer to share her mystery meat sandwich, or would she quickly gobble it down before we noticed? And, of course, the inevitable: who would be eaten first?

But then, of course, we drive out from under the Decary expressway and these thoughts disappear. I go home and forget about this near-death experience until tomorrow.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

After Math

I miss doing this, especially now that life is so full and memorable. There are things that I want written down.

Most of it would be pointless boy drivel... but it makes me happy :)

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Friday, January 29, 2010

In Memoriam

I Hate To Be a CopyCat

But I am.
This project is over.
Thanks for reading.

I like your style.