Tonight's dinner, or Glory

2 inch thick dry aged bone-in new York strip -- wondrous marbling obscured by the salt. Will be cooked over a covered charcoal fire supplemented with applewood at 200 degrees until barely medium rare, then uncovered and given a hard sear at outrageous temperature.

I think I will name this steak Vincente.

Poetry challenge: obvious. Leave'em in the comments.

Seedlings sprouting,
rocky soil,
cloudless sky.

Thoughts on Leadership

 I found him in the fields,
 A golden boy with an easy smile,
 As though he had been waiting,
   since forever.
 He said come, and it was to me to follow.

 He strung the lyre as we walked,
 The beauty of his music, the beauty of his form,
 My feet hardly touching down in his steps,
 Deeper in the woods, winding paths,
 Barest tracks last used by deer long dead,
 And he led with such certainty
 I could but follow.

 The rent in the earth, the rough rock,
 The narrow passage into dark,
 His beauty, my command,
 And I followed.

 In the passage in the earth
 He was my only light,
 He added his voice,
 So rich, so sweet, a key
 Unlocking me.  I followed.

 Cerberus charmed, we passed.
 Brutal Hades and he, quietly talking.
'A trade, a trade!  Let me see the goods.'
 He bid me come forward, I did.
 At his command, I turned, I stopped,
   I kneeled.
'Deal is done.  I take this one.'
 And I was left to follow. 

Forgotten fragments, old scribbling

Rowan gets told by others that Boys Don't Skip. He gets quite insistent. It usually takes ten minutes of me skipping everywhere to break him of that. Then he skips nearly everywhere. There is something so natural about a skip in a young child's gate. So casually joyful.

And the sunlight smiling over your face
Beaming warm glow,
Lifting you from the earth with
  each
  small
  step.

thi explains haiku to me

he's thrilled
and can't stop moving his tongue

A text message from my friend Phlodo

"I have this image where rationalism lives in a house and keeps wild unexplained things outside. Science looks out the window and tries to explain things so it can bring them in and keep them as pets, romance lives on the porch and keeps the garden - safe nature, and horror ventures into the forest."

Found poem: my officemate Adam on outliving your spouse

"My plan is to die first. If

she starts going down, then it's

cheeseburgers all the way."

joy of a shower with thi

wet air
carries farts
heavily

Lying drunk on

Kristina's floor, covered

in curious kittens.