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  • AugPoWriMo 10

    To think that these pictures
    capture the same creature
    sleeping in the other room

    at a recent previously
    appointed point in time
    aging apparently at the same rate

    as these tired maybe middle aged
    faces growing younger all the time
    a match for that slight inflection

    the world not quite as it was
    when you arrived even better
    now we know how much improved

    it will be having you in it
    evidence our souls met your spirit
    August 10, 2022
    DadPoem, Poetry, Sonnet

  • AugPoWriMo 3

    In these waning days 
    when I might claim the age of
    forty two let me

    say without a doubt
    there is something to be said
    for a number to impart

    the answer to life
    the universe and everything
    a collection of cells

    congregating in
    the semblance of a response
    smiling tongues ululate

    knowing ‘I love you’
    is what we were meant to say
    recognizing faces

    as who we once were
    who we may one day hope to be
    August 3, 2022
    DadPoem, Haiku, Poetry

  • JulyPoWriMo 23

    No accounting for 
    how vivid my dreams have been
    except for keeping

    the blinds closed all day
    makes the house a bit cooler
    no other way to

    let the light in but
    flying to other countries
    visit museums

    from the vantage of my mind
    where else is there to go now
    July 23, 2022
    Haiku, Poetry, Tanka

  • JulyPoWriMo 21

    Find someone who looks
    at you the way my baby
    takes a look at her

    super high contrast board book
    July 21, 2022
    DadPoem, Haiku, Poetry

  • JulyPoWriMo 19

    What if dreams are just
    ways whoever put us here
    tries to interpret
    all the things we do while we
    forget who we are with them
    July 20, 2022
    Poetry, Tanka

  • JulyPoWriMo 18

    Heat apocalypse 
    perhaps the least disturbing
    headline this timeline
    we just learned that we are frogs
    we knew that we were boiling
    July 18, 2022
    Poetry, Tanka

  • JulyPoWriMo 16

    How much easier
    to remember
    your preverbal
    existence

    how else recognize
    that cooing from
    sights and sounds
    familiar unknown

    best respond with
    your own
    who knows how
    to react instinct

    if not built in then
    part of the line
    July 16, 2022
    DadPoem, Poetry, Sonnet

  • JulyPoWriMo 13

    I subscribe
    to the scientific belief
    that the instrument
    beaming back images
    with newly discovered
    billion year old clarity
    are only reflecting
    the conditions
    that made it possible
    for me to take a snap
    to capture the cat
    stretching goodnight
    at your general direction
    in the bassinet
    July 13, 2022
    DadPoem, JWST, Poetry, Sonnet

  • JulyPoWriMo 10

    Anybody else
    look at the map
    of states that have
    banned abortion

    and imagine they
    make America look
    like a dirty diaper?

    Just me?
    July 10, 2022
    DadPoem, Poetry

  • JulyPoWriMo 8

    A simple checkup
    with shots
    betrays the faulty evergreen
    of consciousness

    you mean she weighs as much
    as the cats?
    Why just yesterday
    we went to Target for sleepwear

    she has now outgrown
    even that a few weeks ago now
    you can feel the acceleration
    as the weeks shorten

    daylight past its pinnacle
    we barely punctuate with
    sighs too deep for words
    just the recognition

    she grows into smiles
    and occasional grimaces
    that will only deepen
    as we stay younger than we think

    watching the reflection age us
    July 8, 2022
    DadPoem, Poetry

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