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Saturday, July 7, 2018

A Pen in the Coffee



It seems the only thing anybody knows about children is some abstract notion of waking you up in the middle of the night. “Oh, are you guys getting any sleep ha ha” is a phrase you will hear millions of times as a new parent from both childless individuals and perhaps more interestingly, from couples who raised their own little angels years prior. It's as though this one particular aspect of parenting is the central, most important theme of the entire experience. Well, both of our children slept through the night by 3 months so that left a lot of uncharted waters to navigate.

With that in mind, I have decided to write out a few other specifics, to help prepare you for the joy of parenting. This list is written in good humor, and unlike parenting itself, by no means exhaustive.

1. You are going to have a cold for 6 years, maybe longer.
Many of you have already learned things like “washing your hands after using the restroom” or “not eating cigarette butts you find on the beach”. As adults, you walk around puffed with pride from your fastidiously clean house and hands you could eat off of. A two year old however doesn't fully comprehend the concept of germs, or personal space, or really any concepts period, and doesn't understand why you are upset they walked up and sneezed directly into your tear ducts. I have literally seen a child pick a quarter up in Newark airport and put it in his mouth, and when around other children they interact with the closeness and physicality of dogs in heat. Children will make you sick twice a month, for about two weeks at a time.

My advice: buy stock in Kleenax and NyQuil now, fund your own retirement.

2. You are not going to get anything done.
If you have a job where you leave home base and travel to another location miles away to perform your duties, you may disregard this point. If you are a stay at home parent, or a writer, or sell make believe weight loss products, or are self employed in any other capacity, get ready. Children need something every 8 seconds. That email you have been meaning to write mom? Plan for it to take about 6 hours. Wanted to read that article you saw on Facebook yesterday? Plan on reading half of it and then losing it in an endless collection of open tabs. Imagine you will take your kids to the park? Plan on one of them being tired and the other, all morning, and you are not going to the park buddy. Due to the fact that children have needs until 10 minutes after they are asleep, the only time you will be unoccupied with these tasks is well after business hours and in the morning some time around 4:30.

My advice: abandon all earthly ambitions for the next decade.

3. You will see yourself in a new light.My mother had a few phrases she would say to my brother and I growing up, and I'm sure many of you have heard similar mantras;
“If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything”.
“Stop playing with matches”.
“If you track dirt on my floors again I'm going to put you inside a package and mail you to Africa with the least expensive shipping method”
Whatever they were, they were phrases she would use over and over again, in the same repetitive situations. I of course can't recall doing this myself as a two year old, but my own does it all the time- I have heard my son say things word-for-word that I yelled a week prior. It's really amazing! How, I ask myself, can he not remember that punching your baby sister in the head is a no no, but as soon as he does it say loudly “We don't punch baby sister in the head!”?! How can he know to say “WE DON'T THROW THINGS IN THE HOUSE!”, but not to resist the urge to hurl a Hess Truck at the glass door? After a while it gets weird though, and you quickly learn that comments made about your wife's physique or that fatty in the grocery store checkout line are best made in private (or not at all). Even if you think you're good since you or your spouse speak a second language, beware. There are a lot of international residents here on Saipan, and they will judge you even more harshly if your two year old knows how to ask for a cold beer.. in Russian.

My advice: Take a vow of silence like that kids dad in “The Chosen”.

4. You will relax your standards.Are you one of those people who thinks children shouldn't eat cake for breakfast? How about sleeping in your bed, or running around naked, or taking a nap, or not making a poopoo on the beach and then burying that little brown treasure for a boonie dog to uncover later? I've got news for you: you may start strong. You may have great intentions. You may be a decent, upstanding member of the community who pays taxes and goes to church, but when your toddler starts “The Dance” and the nearest potty is all the way back up at Taco Bell, it's time to dig a hole Mr. Rogers!

My advice: X don't mark the spot.

5. Children will do things so incomprehensibly villainous it will risk collapsing your psyche.A few days ago, I was hitting that 3:00pm low spot. Coffee seemed like a great idea, so I began the comforting ritual of placing the filter, measuring out the grounds and the water, prepping my cup with a splash of creamer and a small spoon, and smiled as the smell of fresh energy began filling my nose. It finished brewing, I poured, and took that first sip. Perfect. Moments later, naturally, my months-old daughter began loudly explaining that her diaper was suddenly full and needed a change RIGHT THEN so I set my coffee down and tended to her. When I returned, there in my beloved coffee keeping the spoon company, was a ballpoint pen of unknown origin and a state of cleanliness that was dubious at best.

Another time, I dressed them for an outing, went to dress myself, and returned to find my son happily dumping dirt and chicken poop over his delighted sisters head, as they sat together in the flower bed. It's things like this every day, usually several times a day. Children are evil in ways so creative it will initially defy explanation (“Son, don't stand on your sisters head.” “Kids, the kitty doesn't like glue.” “Omg why did you eat all of my toothpaste”) but it's just because they are taking in all of the world, head on, at 100 miles an hour. Or as a friend put it, “Children think outside of the box. Everything is outside of the box. In fact, there isn't even a box yet”.

My advice: Love them relentlessly.

Forgive easily, give hugs every chance you get, and cherish these little adventures because one day you will be nothing more than a walking ATM or ride to a date at the movies with a guy that looks like mischief, or a girl who looks like she wants to start a family tonight. Children are, in spite of the difficulties, just about the biggest blessing you will ever receive. One other thing my son repeats back to me is “I love you”, and that friends is what it's all about.

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Tern

Parallel
to my head in the clouds
they come

Circle, dive, thrash around
on wings white as snow;

their bodies 
splash against the sapphire sky
like birches along the tracks
in front of a deep evergreen forest
somewhere near Тасино.

Devoid of inhibition
or dept to manners
they cascade
shout
tumble
glide
dance

as I watch
and weep with jealousy.


Saturday, November 11, 2017

Early November

You ever run across an old friend unexpectedly?

I don't mean some dude who was in your 7th grade class for half of the year. I mean a real friend. Maybe even an old lover. You know them well.

You are walking down the crowded corridor of an airport far from home, lost in thought. Making plans for your arrival. Struggling with your baggage. Trying to decide if it's worth it to pay six bucks for a cup of shitty coffee in a thin cup that is going to scald you for at least the first 15 minutes. Thinking you could really use a shower. Wondering if you'll be stuck next to some wacko for nine hours who won't shut up or if an overweight narcoleptic will turn your prized window seat into a prison.

All of a sudden, you see a face. The eyes, the smile reminds you of something and sure enough it comes to you slowly at first and then suddenly and inescapably and it almost takes your breath away. It's THEM. The old familiar, the comfortable. The late nights, the sunrise cigarettes. You run together, embrace, smell them, feel them, remember them, laugh, try to play it cool. Hundreds of people disappear altogether. The building, the airplanes, the smells of greasy food and old vinyl upholstery all has vanished without a trace.

After a few minutes of this intoxicating stupor, you both come to your senses and realize that there is nothing you can do about the fact that you must go different directions, and you part ways and for a while at least, you sit looking out into the distance remembering everything they mean to you and how grateful you are in the bottom of your soul for having run into them.

This morning at church some kids performed a beautiful version of "Hallelujah", for which I was not prepared.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Ketchup for breakfast

I went camping once.

On the way there I drove faster than I should have, and before anybody else arrived I was already somehow bleeding. I camp hard. When the rest of us manly men finally showed up there was a collection of firearms and bravado that rivaled that of the O.K. corral. It seems there is something magical in that Y chromosome that gets off on gunpowder.

Last night is a happy blur of testosterone-induced comradarie, cold air, hot fire, tall tales, bottle rockets, oscar meyer and ballpark.

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I was the first one up, the first to set out and forage for signs of life. I will tell you the things I found.

The barn smells musty. Outside, the tasteless grey shingles covering two sides are old and crumbling away to reveal portions of peat colored planks, aged to perfection and ripe with splinters. Inside the air is colored with light that struggles to penetrate the dusty windows, whose panes have attained that almost wrinkly quality, the poor posture that sets in with the passing of good years. Mouse dirt clutters the corners of the swept floor.

This morning is foggy.

It is cold, cold enough to see the breath blowing out of my big smile. The valley I am in is long. Near the far end of it (somewhat obscured by the mist) the grass is un-mowed, and there are a few trees planted with tall PVC pipes to protect them from hungry deer. We used the pipes to measure off distance for our makeshift rifle range. The grass itself is mostly free of frost, except for a few patches here and there; however, the left over limbs, cut logs, and benches arranged in a big circle around the fire pit all have patterns etched onto them by the cold. The maples by the river are all bare, making the smattering of evergreens dispersed among them even more striking. The stand of pines up on the hill seems to resent them for leaving, but begrudgingly regards them as family. The embers are still glowing from last night, leftovers from when I sat by them wishing to share their warmth with you. They need my attention, so I give it. I root around in the crumbled, smoldering bits of charcoal on the outside edges looking for small sticks that maybe (ironically) escaped the same tongues of flame whose heat protected them from the frost. Finding a few, I break them, and place them on top of a handful of the driest wet cut grass I can find. A few deep breaths later and the fire flickers to life. More twigs. Several trips to the stack of logs later I am out of breath, but my warm companion has fully caught its own. God stops by, and we enjoy each others company in silence.

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This morning for breakfast we dined on hotdog buns, which were skewered and toasted over the fire and then garnished with mayo and ketchup (we somehow miscalculated the number of dogs to buns). We also produced from the cooler some cream cheese, which was clumsily spread with someones dirty pocketknife. More shooting, and then clean up. Considering that we collected and burned nearly every bit of brush and trash within a ten mile radius, I would opine that we left the place looking better than we found it. One stop at sheetz, a much needed shower and emergency nap later, and I am back in civilization. In the world, but not of the world.. so to speak.

This weekend (this morning in particular) the words of a song played in my head.

Could we with ink the ocean fill
and were the skies of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill
and every man a scribe by trade

To write the love of God above

would drain the oceans dry
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
though stretched from sky to sky.

I like life.

Psalm 148

Thursday, November 8, 2012

High centered

You only belong to me in videos.

Here, pieces of you sing out to me like the sea
caught in a digital Conch shell.
I lift you out of the surf and
placing you near my cheek
crane my heart for every byte of your voice.

Your words pour out
drift out
lap out
and trickle down to my chin
past lips that can't decide if they want to curl up

or quiver.

Monday, October 29, 2012

taxi




i am a taxi driver
you are my tourist
welcome to my black and white
times new roman cab.
hop on in
split the fare with a vivid description
a memory of maryland
or a few scroungy lines
that do a terrible disservice
to the vibrant colors of fall
and the languishing uncertainties of those in between years.
theres plenty of room inside for you
and your baggage
so spread out.

do you know
just a day or so ago i was heading to the same address?
6402 memory lane
(you have your crafty tricks, i have mine!)
the open carport where the apples once sat
the only thing ripening now an f150.
there were fat logs chaotically arrayed under the tall oaks
the ones standing in a sort of a circle
like a grove of cool kids
passing around a cigarette.
i thought perhaps i saw a shy girl
tall for her age peeking around them
with wondering eyes
at an invisible boy who would surely have enjoyed
racing her brother down the hill on bicycles until one
or both
wore bloody limbs like
badges of honor
flush with the scent of adventure.

how warm a thought
and how bitter
to love a home and leave it.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Glove


cold weather is an old friend
she comes back after a while
and knows me well.
we tell secrets, and lies in spite
of however long it's been between visits
she fits like a glove.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

out of the coal

out of the shit climbs a seed
dusts itself off
and becomes a tree
tree falls
squirrels, ants, rats crawl around in it
carry it away
tree rots
lies forgotten under its posterity
after
a
while
tree becomes coal
time
out of the coal climbs a diamond
dusts itself off
is you.

Thursday, July 26, 2012

song- pennsylvania

pennsylvania

V1
corn is shoulder high and gardens spring to life
along a country road near meyersdale just north of
the mason dixon line i know it sounds cliche, but hey
this green place feels like it could be called home

just down the road two little churches stand together
twins, their steeples poking white holes in the blue sky
you and i declare the air is clean and clear as day and hey
this green place feels like it could be called home

CHORUS
but thats easy to say in pennsylvania
its just hard to explain
it aint easy to stay in pennsylvania
its just hard to walk away

V2
pickup trucks are limousines on saturday night
get your girl all prettied up a tshirt tux and steel toe boots
are all the rage, its been that way since ever since
back before i could remember

just down the road is mom and dads place
holidays just arent the same since they passed on
i wish i'd gone a few more times to say hello
the autumn sure is pretty- the winter's rough
but it still beats the city here

CHORUS
but thats easy to say in pennsylvania
its just hard to explain
it aint easy to stay in pennsylvania
its just hard to walk away

BRIDGE
so go on young man try to find yourself out there
you'll be back before its time to harvest corn
theres just somethin 'bout a july whiporwill
a lazy summer night can make you feel reborn

v3
the weeds are shoulder high and gardens cling to life
along a country lane near wellersburg just north of
the mason dixon line i know it sounds cliche, but hey
this green place feels like it could be called home

CHORUS
but thats easy to say in pennsylvania
its just hard to explain
it aint easy to stay in pennsylvania
its just hard to walk away

yea thats easy to say in pennsylvania
its just hard to explain
it aint easy to stay in pennsylvania
its just hard to walk away

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Summer's Song

wrote this song waaay back in high school and just re-did it for acoustic guitar.

VIDEO:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=if18SFOqcdM

babe lets go for a ride
i promise to be good
if you let me drive
lets roll these windows down
and let the night in
this night is young
and so are we
no one can touch
the way i see
the road ahead or you
reclining smiling up at me

summers song is calling
i can hear it
in the wheels as they turn
lets forget yesterday and burn
summers song is calling
i can feel it in your wind blown hair
this car cant go fast enough

lets run away from here
to find ourselves we'll lose
our shadows and fear
lets leave the past behind
for a little while
yesterdays gone
tomorrow might never come
all we have is now
so make the most
of every second
press the pedal harder baby

summers song is calling
i can hear it
in the wheels as they turn
lets forget yesterday and burn
summers song is calling
i can feel it in your wind blown hair
this car cant go fast enough

summers song is calling
i can hear it
in the wheels as they turn
lets forget yesterday and burn
summers song is calling
i can feel it in your wind blown hair
this car cant go fast enough