Kamri & Kelley, Kamri’s Birthday Party

A Song For a Dear Friend

Or, as Edna St. Vincent Millay Titled it,

“To the Wife of a Sick Friend”

Shelter this candle from the wind.

Hold it steady. In its light

The cave wherein we wonder lost

Glitters with frosty stalactite,

Blossoms with mineral rose and lotus,

Sparkles with crystal moon and star,

Till a man would rather be lost than found:

We have forgotten where we are.

Shelter this candle. Shrewdly blowing

Down the cave from a secret door

Enters our only foe, the wind.

Hold it steady. Lest we stand,

Each in a sudden, separate dark,

The hot wax spattered upon your hand,

The smoking wick in my nostrils strong,

The inner eyelid red and green

For a moment yet with moons and roses,–

Then the unmitigated dark.

Alone, alone, in a terrible place,

In utter dark without a face,

With only the dripping of the water on the stone,

And the sound of your tears, and the taste of my own.

(shudder)

Fairy Godchildren

Allena

Akian (Brand New!)

Hollis

Everett

Digging

The snakes have been watching us
Through bright black eyes,
Peeking through their own brilliant coils.

When we get close enough,
Their tongues flicker then disappear
Like birthday candles.

They watch us shovel and pick,
Rest, Laugh, Sweat, Fight and Work.
They aren’t at all curious.

They just have nothing better to do
Than feel the sun’s warmth on their backs
And watch us dig.

Data Collection

Demetri Martin Stand Up Presentation on FunnyOrDie.com

Data Collection I Can Support

Sniff Sniff Sniff

I think I smell a rat.

The Opposite of Friend

What is the opposite of friend?
A dangling question;
Drowning fishes;
The Arizona Desert.
Unexpected silence.

Growing up in my family
Was much like hiding.

When I was little,
I owned a microscope set.

As it turns out,
I am all-seeing but not all-knowing.

When I close my eyes,
I hear a song:

‘Cause there’s a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening
You can have my seat, I’m sticking round here for a while
Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station’s hiring,
And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose,
And I’ll accept your invitation to the blues

I am not interested in geography;
What I want to know is,
When?

What is the definition of friend?

Spring

She stood on the deck and waved with flourish:
“Elbow Elbow Wrist Wrist Wrist”
The youth in their wisdom hooted,
High-fived and
Chickachawed, “Yesss!”
The elders tied the corners of their mouths
To their ears and waved somberly.
Just a few days and a special night
Free from her icy glares,
False warmth and
And penguin waddle
Set us down gently in
Spring.
Smiles blossomed,
Something was rustling in the blades of
Bright Green.
Light kisses of summer
Fell between warm raindrops.

(The word Chicachaw, invented by Kevin Detamore, high school student)

Free Hugs

Get them here.

Here It Comes

This time, I can see it coming.