On a day where the bed is a beautiful as the sky
On a day where the bed is a beautiful as the sky
To be 7 years old again…
Haiku inspired by a partial double exposure taken with my ae-1…. Culver City, California.
Photo taken with Canon ae-1 program in St. George, Utah. It was November, 2015.
Haikus inspired by that time we felt smaller than we were…
The solstice arrived last night at 9:24 pm. In Los Angeles, we get somewhere nearly year round, but there is still something special about the solstice and the changing of the season. This poem is originally titled “Summer of ’16”. The photo was also taken some time last summer, with my Canon ae-1 program on one of our many trips down the street to Venice Beach. ♥ Nisi
The day of our anniversary, we had planned a picnic (with basket and all!). We hopped in the car and drove up the Pacific Coast Highway, heading to Point Mugu, a few miles south of Oxnard. Unfortunately, the June Gloom failed to burn off, so we ended up going all the way to Oxnard to have a beer, and headed back down South. The weather was clearing near Malibu, but it was still hazy.
So, we decided to drive up to Topanga Canyon and have our picnic in the woods and wander around a bit to relieve our wanderlust. It was cute and delicious. I made everything from scratch, down to bread loaf. We had tuna salad, red potato salad and a sweet basil, mint, strawberry and watermelon salad. We will definitely be doing this again soon. ♥ Nisi
I can’t believe it has already been a year since our wedding (June 17th). This time last year we were cruising up the Pacific Coast, going as far north as Santa Cruz (We were tempted to keep going!). It was an awesome little getaway in my new adopted home of California.
The beaches were packed, as it was a warm day. We checked out the Boardwalk and had some beers, made out in the photo booth, did a little souvenir shopping. Later, we wandered around downtown to dig the sights. We found Pizza My Heart in and had some epic slices while enjoying photos of famous people surfing the famous central coast waves.
We then ran into one of our favorite punk bands from L.A., Sex Stains (Remember Allison Wolfe from Bratmobile? She is still kicking ass), so we caught the end of the show at The Catalyst. They opened for the girl-fronted indie-ish rock band, Cherry Glazerr, who we did not know at all but ended up putting on a rad live performance, finishing the night out with a Nirvana cover of “Territorial Pissing”.
It is forever and forever plays a joke on us.
We crave an old comfort lost long ago in a life
outlined with smaller towns.
Taking shelter under the picnic table
we pretended was a ship about to sail away.
A rainy first day of summer vacation,
a pile of books considerately wrapped
to stay out of the rain.
Cats roam the porch to escape the cold drips,
contemplating the meaning of the universe
in their every nose-raise to the air,
senses whisper to delicate whiskers
in a light breeze.
The imagination is authoritative
when we are children.
As adults, a fabrication of reality
demands our fullest attention,
retinas glued to fuzzy tubes,
Computer hands fulfill the wildest of dreams
in the discomfort of our own skin,
behind closed doors and in front of no one.
Only for us to relish in a pickled state.
This is another one I have written recently and is giving me a little trouble. It needs more, but again, I don’t know what! I finally decided to post it so I can dwell on it for a bit. See if I can find what it needs. Always open to suggestions / constructive criticism over here! ♥ Nisi
Fill the empty home with emerald trees
wide fields carrying birds, harboring all
Retain muggle thoughts, muggy blots at best
as they all tend to disappear with time
Piles of distraction on side of roadkill
scrape off miles away but old stains remain
Comforting as such, the yellow ones are
found filling in outlines of rectangles
Old frames with dead families now lost
at best confused about who they should be
Remember the SNES, how it
turned just like the walls, yellow in some spots
When the long cords unraveled blasting off
to Yoshi’s world, getting away from there
20/20 hindsight, stayed not much longer
grew up too fast when time is so short
6 years old and staying up so late so
I could greet them after a night of bars
Those summer nights, Ohio sky dead-stop
a humid, full home breathing 2nd hand
Nicotine stains, the birds fade in due course
leaving bits of tribute where possible
Good-bye lush trees, dancing fields of feather corn
watch you disappear into sapphire waves
Cerulean sky to greet what is left
a little bit of magic to pocket
Palm trees waving no flag like yellow gold
but there are bare walls to stain here too.
I visited home for the first time in nearly a decade last summer. I took my husband to show him where I grew up and we went to some of my old haunts. The Lovell Market just outside of Upper Sandusky on State Route 199 was my favorite place to get beef jerky.
They made it in house with cows they raised. Whatever their secret recipe was, it was amazing. I had no other like it. I loved it so much I had my mom to mail me some! Very salty, peppery, chewy, not greasy, just delicious. They also made bratwursts in house and served some epic pizza.
My mom told me the old owners sold the market, but they did not sell off their beef jerky recipe. So no one is actively making this amazing snack (as far as I know) and I am crushed. In any case, I snapped this photo of an old gas pump that sits outside using my Canon-ae 1 program, not sure what kind of film. The haiku was inspired by the photo. ♥ Nisi