
from under my desk
the world’s a mess
the russians are coming
the president’s dead
a classmate was caught
with a knife in her purse–
i don’t know how things
could get any worse
–photo by me

from under my desk
the world’s a mess
the russians are coming
the president’s dead
a classmate was caught
with a knife in her purse–
i don’t know how things
could get any worse
–photo by me

My mother used to tell us that the northern lights were caused by reflections off the ice at the North Pole, and the movement in them was the result of Eskimos walking around on it. Then again, she also told us that fossils were buried by the devil to try to mislead us.
In her defense, she hardly had the time to drive to the library for every question she had. I wonder what she would’ve thought of the internet. Actually, I think I know: she would’ve thought it was part of Satan’s plan for a one-world government.
Yes, ignorance is not always bliss.
–Photo by Aaron

if you look
for serenity,
but you just
can’t find her,
then seek out simplicity
and look behind her
–photo by me
once upon a time machine
he fashioned from a box
with nothing more than crayons
and a cache of broken clocks,
the little boy went scooting
down the corridors of time
and it was all so easy
for a young and open mind.
but now the boy’s a physicist
and studies all his days
to learn to build a time machine
in complicated ways,
and every day it’s clearer
what his facts and figures mean:
that only little boys can build
a real time machine.

the young bearded dragon named mel
thinks his beard makes him macho as hell,
but it seems a bit weird
to think that of a beard
when your lady friend has one as well
–photo by me

the church of the woods
provides its parishioners
with pews of felled pines
–photo by me

bring me an icehouse
a big pick-up truck
an auger and minnows
and plenty of luck
bring me a license
and fishing gear, too
gasoline, propane
and something to do
a six-pack of beer
and food, if you wish–
bring these to me
and i’ll bring you a fish
–photo by me

while the bald eagle
can still have a bad hair day–
the bald man cannot
–photo by me

Snow, snow, go away
Come again on Christmas Day
It looks as though I must delay
My plans to ride my bike today.
Snow, snow, disappear
Come again late in the year
For though I’m trying to persevere
I’ve really had it up to here.
–Photo by me
What is it about snowy old barns that soothes my soul?




–Photos by me