Light at the End of a Semester’s Tunnel

My toothpaste tastes like Christmas and the dishwasher is on. I actually studied for a test and my kitchen smells like dawn.   The test tomorrow is on less than I originally thought. My class is stressed but I am not because soon, it can all be forgot.

Still Alive! A Poem with End Rhyme (*Gasp!*)

Hello there World! It’s been a while…. I apologize, friends. This fall was a pile of school and work and muchos of lazy; I wish I could say it’s just ’cause life’s crazy But really, I’ll admit, my non-communication has mostly been due to my edumacation. People ask if I’m alive, do I still live in PG? You’ve all hardly seen…

The Woes of Washing Hands

Dry hands dry hands you give my face a glower. Dry hands dry hands you feel full of flour. The problem is with the foodsafety biz is I wash my hands every hour. – Between that and the dishes it leaves me with wishes that hydration was My superpower. – Dry hands dry hands those…

PP: Scholarly

MOM! Paul! Remember my Titanic Paper? paper on the poem about the Titanic? Got it back… A+! See? No need to panic on those night-before scrambles! I’m actually really pleased, since it was the first paper I ever writ where I liked the material it was about by the end of it. It’s still early in the night in the photo ’cause the lineup…

Evening in Ulaanbaatar

Day starts to end. The sky a pasty pink, the bus quiet save for for a toddler’s chatter entertaining weary, content faces . Stepping o’er feathers watching summer clothes and heels tap tap tap in tune with the lines you skip over on the sidewalk. Smells change with every other pace – savoury sweet still…

A Processing Poem

Ma heart is troubled And my battery low. (Not literally me, my computer’s, you know.) It’s the middle of the night but now I’m awake Thinking of life and the the things that we face. Had youth group tonight and it was a doozy – Played with TP and some other stuff too-zy And that…

In Blundered Haiku

Sunday A skirt, liturgy. Meet new friends, experience Hospitality. . Monday “Familiar” – my Mom! Her first geocache is fun, then back ‘home’: a feast! . Tuesday Apologetics is int’resting stuff to learn. Plus, a cousin comes! . Wednesday Sam comes and inspires. Practicing what he preaches Smiles, truth, and mercy. . Thursday God answers…

Dish Poem #2

Australian laughter Siberian smoke with Crème brulee and tres leche while washing a pot made in Korea. African tales under rainbow trout snowshoes and stuffed caribou. For such big land it sure is a small world. ~~Post-Script~~ Dude! What’s with this? Since when did I have anything do with poems? Je ne sais pas… Maybe…

A Poem Composed Whilst Attending to the Dishes

Skeeters in the sink Skeeters in the sink Skeeters in the sink aren’t nice I think.   Skeeters in the air Skeeters in my hair Skeeters are pretty much everywhere.   Skeeters in the outhouse Skeeters in the yard Tryin’ to avoid them is just too hard!   Skeeters up my nose Causin’ me woes…