Familias Divididas

Shame. Shame. Shame. 

Can't Stop, Won't Stop

Nothing like a New Zealand vampire mockumentary. 

(that's the end of the sentence)

Pot Pie Commercial

Oh my god, Dan!

Did I screw up again? Yes, you did.

 Yahoo!

Father's Day

Teach the basics. 

Dope

Um, how come I didn't know about this movie until now?

Was I under a rock? The end credits alone...

Mother's Day

Whoop. There it is.

Choose Your Own Adventure

Throwing Elbows

Roaring through life,
spending down our capital
of fucks to give, 
we arrive at the question
"Who cares?" afresh. 

Struggling to shed our carapace,
we test limbs-- 
stretching them into
strange territory.

Besting the ego for once,
we emerge panting and vulnerable
into a new world and realize
this is indeed our first rodeo. 


A Wee Ditty

Cradle cap shampoo?
Selsun Blue.
Smells like poo.


Unmoored

Flesh pressed against the hull, 
we feel each swell moving under the boat. 

"Loose hips save ships," so we strive 
to anticipate change and maintain connection.

We dance upon a surface that blinds us 
with light and buoys our freight.

Navigating the margin between breath and death,
we are a small craft on a large body of water.


Parenthood

This devotional practice.

Its sweep and heft, 
scope and breadth,
staggers the heart.

Ever unspooling.