This is how it will always be.
Month: December 2021
Sick Day Tanka
I am so, so, sick
Last night, my adopted son who bears my name met his paternal biological grandparents for the first time.
Sonnet XLI – Christmastide
It’s “Boxing Day” which means the season’s o’er? In ‘Murica, again, we have it wrong.
Don’t Yuck Someone Else’s Yum – #SoCS
You don’t have to like it; you don’t have to eat it. I will.
Who would do /
This / On purpose?
In general, I find a great deal of peace and predictability in the turning of the liturgical seasons. In other ways, it’s tremendously troublesome.
Always waiting. Always looking for what’s next. “OK, that one’s done, and I guess it didn’t ‘work’ either. What do we wait for next?”
More sleep means haiku
Unwrapping the Gift of Wenceslas
I have to be honest; I’ve never liked this carol much.
Sonnet XL: Refocusing
The bad’s still there – I’ll let the best abound.
There Are No Rules – #SoCS
Opposites attract, Except, of course, when they Don’t.
He took the news while looking bold;
He chose to bet instead of fold.
My son is thirteen.
2 Buds Sit
One eschews the Liquid Courage that brought them together.
I swear I’ve been here
On Advent – VIII: Nope. Not Done.
I think maybe this is getting closer to the root of my malaise…
On Advent – VII: Wait With Me
Sonnet XXXIX: On Advent – VI
I wait for joy. Again, this year, I wait.
On Advent – V: Artificial Perfection
They thought / They were / Making / Memories