Snow Day, Portland, Maine 4/8/24
. the snow comes down in clumps, gathering in the pines & shrubs. paints the sidewalks white with fluff, nestles into the red berry trees . . .
. the snow comes down in clumps, gathering in the pines & shrubs. paints the sidewalks white with fluff, nestles into the red berry trees . . .
. kick about the place. me & Mäds, Mama sleeping. “Fat Old Sun” comes over that Mäds Enchanted Welcome Committee Mix. gotta pause for this. turn it up, sit back. Vibe. me & the kid just digging on some good old rock n’ roll, watching the sun shafts come alive . . .
. Me & Mäds, morning coffee. him stirring just a little in my arms. the world glowing silver & white out our second story window. . Pure hearts & minds . . .
. awaken to another snow storm. 4 am, the rain turned white & fluffy. she sticks to the trees, & glows in the dark. come morning the world is festooned with the stuff. firetrucks rove around hunting emergencies, while the plows plow & plow, sparking up a rumble of thunder as they go . . … More More snow, Portland, Maine 4/4/24
. walk a Munjoy Loop just about sunset. she stretch & fawn across the bay, painting Peak’s Island trees & houses in her yellow light, ’til she stitch down behind the hilltop, leaving grays & blues in her stead. lone fishing trawler trawling in from the ocean . . .
. up through the early evening, down & up into late night, morning, breakfast time, its all the same. the hours bleed, we feed him, read to him, swaddle him, sway him. change his diaper, get him back to bed. play with him come morning time, come evening time. as the rain, that spring rain … More Day to night, Portland, Maine 4/1/24
. we go for a ramble around the blocks, up here on Munjoy Hill. first go ‘round in the baby carriage. March winds blowing all our troubles away. see it tumbling up from the harbor. White Mountain vistas one way, Casco Bay behind. we take her shady sidewalks brick lain & bumpy, all the better … More 1st carriage ride, Portland, Maine 3/31/24
. sun went down behind the mountains. White Mountains cast in dark violets & blues. radio towers winking, a river of cars. Back Cove gleaming with the fallen colors of night. Mount Washington walking far off to the northwest, city simmering below. sound of tractor trailer rumble, lone dog barking down the hill. … More Sundown, Fort Sumner Park, Portland, Maine 3/30/24
. watching Red Sox verse Mariners, washing dishes, cleaning house. Mama y Mäds down for a mid-day nap. Sox up 5-3, make that 5-4… seventh inning stretch & things get dicey. “Nothing is ever easy here in Seattle” says announcer. ain’t that the truth. first date ever with Mama was a Sox loss to Seattle … More Play ball, Portland, Maine 3/29/24