wonder twins!

"wonder twins powers activate!"

I never knew about the "Wonder Twins" from "Superfriends."
Now that I have discovered them, I would just like to say that the "wondertwins" show is an intensely awesome and extremely accurate representation of the behind-the-scenes, day to day, inner workings of twin-hood.
Annie and my twin-ship is EXACTLY like Zan and Jayna's relationship.
I can turn into animals and Annie can turn into water or ice objects.
It's bizarre how similar we are to Zan and Jayna. Maybe we should sue.
and Gleek...um...there's a little of Gleek in both of us.
or maybe our dog hershey is the real-life equivalent of Gleek.

I would also like to add that annie and my capers are much more successful. we would never carry out a failure like the "moal-moat mission."
just sayin
anyway. watch the clip.

Beauty

Beauty you are a broken glass hiding in the still-clear dish-water.
You are the smell of banana bread at two in the morning and the quiet breathing of a house that sleeps.
You are the hypnotic movement of a choral song that needs no singing along.
You are curls uncombed and covers unkempt; and the cold snap of entereing a room whose windows have been open all day.
You are my beloved sister sleeping soundly away.
You are the quiet margin of wake at the end.
Beauty, it's you who keeps me up tonight, softly rejoicing Your Hands upon my day.

tuesday should be grounded

if weekdays were cliche saturday morning cartoon personalities,
Tuesday would be the annoying bully who kicks me in the corner of the playground at recess and steals my lunch money.
In the end, my dignity is a little worse for the wear and my clothes are covered in mulch, but there's no real damage that can't be healed by big brother Wednesday or especially favorite cousin Friday.
So, in your hypothetical face Tuesday.
I've got the rest of the weekdays on my side.

thoughts after hearing John Perkins speak

revenge is something we can understand.
it makes sense in this world.
an eye for an eye and all of that.

but
forgiveness is like a beautiful stranger in a crowd of cynics who have little to remember about hope, and even less control of the reflex to turn their heads and watch it re-enter the world.
Our heads turn and our paces stutter as we let hardened gazes fixate.
on this new and awkwardly misplaced guest

and even when you've left,
you leave us glancing the room to find you; looking distractedly over our shoulders and at the door.

but you are terrifying to approach and your gaze is hard to meet.

such as it is

don't let our furrowed brows chase you out

i for one
welcome you
to return as often as i chase you out
7X77
and pray your persistance exceeds mine

Runkerry road

Ireland is everywhere this evening.
It's in my Starbucks Raspberry mocha,
it's in the dampness of my pant-legs as the rain soaks up through the bits that drag on the ground.
it's in this green/yellow sweater
and it's in the pause at the door as i search for the house key.

Ireland is always somewhere in the far reaches of my thoughts

but some moments throb with it in a strange mixture of yearning and accomplishment.

but off i ran
and here i am

the four letter words

remember those four letter words we weren't allowed to say or think about?
I've thought of a few more.
some of them feel like curse words
others are just amusing.
all of them make us uncomfortable at one time or another.

so here they are:
the four letter words:

work
hate
love
cash
time
boys (but interestingly enough...not men)
fake
news
race
poor
rich
fame
dirt
late
last
lost
give
take
cake
food
free

nonviolent action communicated in a rediculous way

When little Carl came home from church,
two weeks ago Sunday
he asked his mom "Hey what's for lunch?"
(He was hungry on such a long day)

"You mean who are we having for lunch today,"
Carl's mother corrected her son,
"We're having the Burton's for lunch today,
-isn't that going to be fun?"

Little Carl was quiet and he went to his room,
too surprised to speak
Why, him and little Greg Burton were friends,
they traded cards in church each week!

"How can I eat the Burtons!" Carl thought,
"What is my mother thinking?!"
Carl's eyes were growing with fear and surprise,
while his appetite kept shrinking.

"Will we eat every part: Shoes and shirts?
and even clip-on ties?
Will we start at the fingers and end at the toes?
I'm NOT going to eat the eyes!"

Little Carl felt scared, and a little sick
and he knew this just wasn't right.
He WOULDN"T eat Gregg Burton today,
he'd put up quite a fight!

He grabbed his baseball bat in his fist,
and gave it a hardy swing
But he couldn't imagine frighting his mom,
he loved her...despite everything!

"I'll fight," said Carl "to save my friends,
but I will not use my bat-
I'll fight with my words and I'll fight with my tears.
Yes...instead, I'll do that!"

"And I won't eat my friend, no...I'll refuse,
by keeping my mouth shut tight.
I will not eat any friends today,
and that is how I'll fight."

Just then the doorbell rang in the hall
and the Burton's stepped inside.
Carl jumped to his feet and rushed to their side
where he stood by little Gregg and cried:

"We cannot eat these friends of ours!
We'll miss them far too much!
If you want me to join at the table today,
serve something else for lunch!"

...
The Burtons were there for lunch that day,
but they were not served on a plate.
Instead lasagna was put into their bowls
and everyone was happy and ate!