things grow

Nineteen years ago today it was yet another burning day in an early-September heat wave. But I didn’t really notice because I was in an air-conditioned hospital room, pacing around restlessly and trying to have a baby. (For anyone out there who has not yet had a baby and thinks they might like to try someday, my number one piece of advice is: Keep walking. No, I mean while you’re having the baby. Oh, never mind.)

Fortunately around the middle of the afternoon I succeeded in having the baby, with, frankly, only minimal discomfort, and as a direct result I now have a college sophomore. Yes, it is amazing, thanks for noticing. I mean, not that I actually did much of anything to bring this about–he’s been smarter and more determined than me most of his life so my primary task has been to keep out of his way and let him get on with it.

A huge amount of creating anything, I’ve found, just involves waiting while things grow. Waiting, and watching and listening, to see what shape things want to have, often gets you a lot further than jumping in and trying to wrestle things into the shape you think they ought to have. Remind me of that, the next time I have writer’s block. Or a baby.


moonlight in the lab…
the engineering students
plot trajectories


theater of the absurd all the roles played by the moon


the spokes
of the bicycle
the rays
of the moon


happy birthday to b.a.o.

NaHaiWriMo, Week 3

15    bicycle light never stopping to let me catch up
16    multiplication tables all the things I can’t forget
17    peace pipe blowing bubbles beside the sea
18    expired passport all the nebulae I kept meaning to visit
19    protest march spring comes anyway
20    microwave platter my food comes from a dying star
21    resisting arrest unidentified weeds in the garden


Week One is here. Week Two is here.

Am I getting any better? … Never mind, I don’t want to know.

June 12: 5 (Grass-covered bicycle)

spring parade —
riding on a
grass-covered bicycle


This is one of those times where seeing the picture might make the haiku slightly less interesting. It seems more metaphorical or surreal if you don’t know I’m talking about an actual grass-covered bicycle. But don’t you feel better knowing there is at least one of them in the world?