Saturday, February 28, 2009

More Pink.

I love the silver and blue ball candy decorations that go on these things. When I was younger I would sneak them while my mom and I made Christmas cookies. I noticed my daughter likes sneaking them too.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

1.2.3.Tell me What you See.

Sometimes all you ever really need is some pink frosting.

Friday, February 20, 2009


I woke up one weekend to find the house to myself. Everyone was away and I had the run of the house. Time to be productive I said..Time to be productive. Well, I did nothing except clean, watch something on the computer or t.v. I can't really remember and then I imagined how long it would take for me to clean every surface of the house with cotton balls. A day? A week? A month? A year. I realized that by the time I might come up with some arbitrary time for the cotton ball cleaning that there would be a fresh cover of dust on the kitchen floor I just finished and that one side would be cleaner than the other side but not really clean, just less dirty.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Christopher: I wanted to tell you how this would be...

Christopher and I didn't get to speak a word before two cops drove up, handcuffed him and carted him away around the path to county rd d. I rubbed something between my thumb and finger as two detectives escorted me into the school. I noticed Mae with her small group was watching the show. Their eyes fixed on me just until I entered the side door when I know all their heads would be on pivots saying things, like oh my god, did you see Christopher.. Oh my did you see...honestly if I never saw Mae again honestly I would ...Anyway,
the cops set me down in the art room that had a large window overlooking the pond in the front of the school. One detective lowered the blinds as the other started in, "Ok look here, we are going to make this simple, I am sure your a little confu,.I cut in confused! Yes confused. What are you doing with Christopher? The cop is unamused.. Look! I ask the'll sit and answer or you'll follow him. FINE! I held my wrists together and pointed my palms toward his head. He seemed to look in my direction but his expression changed as he seemed to be interested in something other than my gesture. I turned my hands inward and saw what looked like a pink piece of bubble gum but was more..let's say spongy. He pulls out a walkie and called out,"Jim we're going to need you in here...Now!" He then sits back down and in a very even tone like he was trying to talk me off a ledge,"Look, let me tell you how this will be, Jim will come in here take what your holding in your hand and then I will ask the questions. He takes a small breath."Understand?" Inside I wanted to jump up and smack his condescending face but I just nodded stared down at my feet and wished Christopher would cast another shadow.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Dog Dreams

The Ford Mustang

Yesterday I saw a man sketching a picture of a Ford Mustang as he sat at a local McDonald's eating french fries and a large vanilla shake. What was especially interesting was the detail. It was a street scene that had everything rendered in a photo realistic quality down to the last leaf. The picture was about 50 inches wide and could barely fit on the table. As I held my one year old I asked him,"how are you doing that are you referring to a picture, it's looks perfect like a black and white photography--(i neglected to mention he was using a graphite pencil). Looking up from his work he brushed his silver hair from his eyes and said,"it's just how I remember it looking parked on our street when I was a kid."

Monday, February 2, 2009

A Spot of Blood.

Since, the announcement several stories have been buzzing around the school and for just a moment I decided to shut off and think about something else. I just wanted to be quiet so I cut gym to hide out and take a seat in our favorite spot. It was around 10 and the sun was beginning to warm my shoulders. I looked down and saw my black Carolina's had a thin coating of dust coverings them. The sun warmed patch of dried dirt and bleached grass was neglected by everyone except the burners, stencils, Christopher and I. Their wasn't enough space for the field hockey girls to run around smacking each others shins or the football boys to rattle their heads together so without the attention of the popular ones the grass went thirsty. For all it's apparent short comings the spot was perfectly hidden but had a great view of the track. Christopher and I called the spot the patch. I liked the patch. During Earth Science Christopher and I would hang out at the patch. He would smoke an American Spirit and I would solve all the worlds problems, or maybe just point them out. It always seemed easier and more entertaining to ridicule the other suckers that had to actually run around the track like groups of cattle while coach Shea would yell up into the air 5:55, 6, 6:05..Today I enjoyed Shea's cadence and began to drift away until a shadow crawled over my boots. I looked up to see Christopher. I jumped up and gave him a hug. Christopher seemed a little dazed and looked like he almost didn't know me. He seemed confused like a person sleepwalking or someone just waking up from a deep sleep. Then I saw the blood. Smears and blotches of blood were on his jacket cuffs and collar. He must have seen my reaction since his daze seemed to be replaced with a growing uneasiness. Christopher was just beginning to see the blood.