Some Things I Find Beautiful & Strange.

I've been waiting for these images to fit neatly into the narrative arc of a blog post, but children, I just don't think it's going to happen. So I will present them to you here, simply as they are: beautiful and strange things that I come across in my everyday life.

First, I present you a perfectly freckled banana. It's rare to find a banana with such tiny, even freckles across its skin. Rarer still that your camera is handy at just the moment you notice the banana's loveliness.

Second, I offer the Mysteriously Crackled Ice. Frozen in a thin layer across the top of the ice cube tray, this ice covered a dozen chilly air pockets, and nothing else. No "cubes" here, my children. Only an icy crust easily penetrated by a human finger.

Finally, a plate monster. With soysage eyes and a giant kale mouth, this monster has something strange and happy to offer any diner who might come across it during the course of a meal.

All right. More later. I have no doubt in my mind that the world will continue being as strange and beautiful as ever, and when it does, I will blog about it.

The Redcoats Are Coming!

Naturally, by "redcoats," I mean "strawberries." I am a poet after all, and it is a poet's job to describe things so that other people have to slow down and ask themselves what the GD the poet was smoking when she put those words together in that order.

It was a real treat to find these beauties at the produce store, and when I got them home, your father and I about devoured them.

Sorry, frozen blueberries, but your reign is OVER. (The pancake in which these blueberries were staying took the news awfully hard, electing to slice itself in half and flop against the plate as if nothing were worth living* for.)

*By "living," of course, I mean "being covered in syrup."