Shoe Observations

Shoes to the Londoner are like

jeans to the American:

at least that's how it appears on the tube.

Each pair is distinct to style, comfort,

pay rise or shopping ethic. The weather

seems to play a role in the number

of boots and brogues of leather worn,

but canvas is also a preferred option

despite the forecast or the colour.

What'll It Be for the Next Generation

In a discussion with Alex about the increasing instantification of our culture and that effect on kids born post-1995 who have never known differently led me to remember the day my dad brought home our first stereo with a CD player.

A big box labelled stero

with a built-in CD player, and

Sheryl Crow's new album.

I danced around the dining room table

to All I Wanna Do, delighted.

Baking Without You

In preparation for Thanksgiving, and the three-day cookies:

In my memory, I know exactly how I assist you,

the kitchen warm and me adding the flour slowly.

In my home, when I only have your recipe,

I struggle to remember which order to add

the egg, butter, sugar, making it up as I go.

I Dreamt of Purple Flowers

Collaborative art rocks. And even more so when it's unintentional, inspirational, serendipitous. Hat tip, Chesney.

You've never been to London

and yet you've entered here into my brain,

seen what I've seen through my words,

reproduced it back to me in purple and hues...

To Do List (Saturday)

It seems now that married life has officially begun without any secondary wedding on the horizon, the nesting has begun. And my nesting I mean a deep urge to paint the walls, frame and mount prints and photographs, and finally find covers for our ugly, red couches. Here's part of our To Do List:

A broken down ranch house,

poster from the free blugrass festival

in the city's park, an anchor in the sky,

your college diploma, and clever photographs

I brought back from Canada for you

that spell out our initials in architecture

...

these are all the pieces

I want to frame for our home,

find the perfect spot just so

build our sanctuary together...

Wedding Quilt (Friday)

Detailed in the fabrics

are berries, shamrocks for luck,

leaves of growth, English roses,

gentle swirls my love loves best.

The Way You See Things (Thursday)

Howdy, folks. I've been MIA the last few days, carrying out and recuperating from a hectic week at work. But, I have been writing poems nonetheless.

A few stanzas from another one about Alex. I can't seem to help myself.

How many love poems I could write in a day
when surrounded by thoughts of you.
I could write about your soft eyes,

indeed I've already have,
or how I simply melt

in the presence of your smile.

But mostly, I want to write about

the things you say that have me in stitches,

the observations I never would have come to,

the pun so funny I keep repeating it to others.