New paradigm in global exploration. Sub-meter resolution imagery identify cultural heritage sites across undeveloped landscape. Remote sensing massive datasets led to human perception seeking undefined anomalies. Study unknown anomalies within remote data statistical trends highlight collective human perception. For more information on what the heck is going on here, please visit Science Stanzas, which I … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 20: Emerge Poem 1
Cake Almost Sonnet NB: May 3 is my annual cake tasting day Angel Food, Devil's Food, Bûche de Noël Madeira, King, Bundt, Lady Baltimore Gingerbread, Death by Chocolate, Angel Baked Alaska, Battenberg, Petits Fours Coffee, Tiramisu, Babka, Daquoise Molton Chocolate, Whoopie Pie, Pancake Tea, Princess, Baba, Jaffa, Génoise German Chocolate, Croquembouche, Cupcake Meringue, Ice Cream, … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 19: Cake Almost Sonnet
Fabric It's not just the pattern and color, it's the hand – the feel of the fabric. I can tell just by rubbing fabric whether or not it has polyester, cotton, silk, wool. It's the drape, too. That's like the hand, but with gravity added – how gracefully does it fold, how does it move … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 18: Fabric
My apologies in advance for another intense poem. I'll try to lighten things up tomorrow. The tinkle of ice in a glass might sound like I'm recreating the scene except I know in the end she stopped bothering with niceties like ice and glasses. In the end, the only thing that mattered was the … Continue reading NaPoWriPo 17
Arson We saw the smoke from the fire before the fire itself, like you always do. So much smoke that on the bus on the way home, our grade school selves couldn't figure out where it came from, and then as we got closer, I saw my neighbor's house, engulfed and another, smaller column of … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 16: Arson
It's time to cart away the old growth in the garden beds the branches and stems that didn't yield to winter It's time to say goodbye, finally, to last year and all that I didn't do then I'll stack those dried out brown branches and set them on fire the way I want to cart … Continue reading NaPoWriMo 15
My Boys They still grow up, up, and away, as they always have pieces of me receding on the horizon like migrating birds, like planes, like Supermen.