5 Senses Friday

Touch.

Cream makeup being applied to a little boy's face to make him the perfect Halloween mime.

Frozen hands (ice cubes made inside rubber gloves for spooky punch.)


Taste.

Broccoli rabe and sausage pizza.

Pumpkin spice latte.

Dark chocolate and coconut.


Smell.

Burning pumpkin.

A cinnamon candle.

A dog that needs a bath.


See.

Michael Jackson. Billy Mays. Joe Paterno. Mario. Luigi. Ghosts. Ghouls. Witches. A whoopie cushion. A couple of Santas. Bumblebees. Ladybugs. Butterflies. The Jersey Devil. 17 skeletons. A mime. A little old lady.

Modern Family, best new show on television. Makes me laugh really really hard.


Sound.

C at lunch today after he let out a huge belch: "Excuse me, excuse me. I had to say it twice 'cause I farted, too!"

Screams.

Silence.

Poetry in Process

The laws of physics say
a molecule is a stable system
a bound state.
In this moment
I am the reactive species
split in two,
unstable.
I can feel
the electrons,
the nuclei,
the colliding atoms within me.
Short-lived assemblies
swirling in a transition state,
bending
wavering
like a sea of salt water
large and yawning--
full at once to breaking.

five Senses Friday

Taste:

A half-and-half; half Stella Artois, half Guinness in a pint glass.

Fresh-cut Belgian fries with roasted red pepper aioli.

Nutella on graham crackers.

Yogi Lemon Ginger tea. (especially 'cause I like each little tea-bag message)


Touch:

C's little 8-year-old hand rubbing my back as I lay on the couch fighting this virus.

A few good hugs from Kim when she (all-too-briefly) came to visit yesterday.

A warm wool scarf, lent to me by a good friend, around my neck as I stood outside of school all afternoon.


See:

A "field" of pumpkins for the kids at school to "pick" today.

The photos of Julia Margaret Cameron, which NEVER cease to amaze and inspire me.


Smell:

Vick VapoRub for my aching chest.

That unmistakable earthy scent of fall leaves (see sound also).


Sound:

Storytellers weaving their magic last night here.

The fall leaves crunching under my shoes.

A turkey and stuffing potpie for dinner tonight from this awesome shoppe.

This song on REPEAT in my car these days.