Tied as tide to moon
the pull of you transcends me…
rushing heartbeat still.
©Karen Robiscoe
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Gertie & Co.
July 30, 2013 
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Not all earth worms are dirty
you know,
Take the case of Gertie
from SLO…
Each night at nine-thirty
or so,
Her face and sturdy bottom
would glow.
Gracing those around her
with more—
Light than most worms
witnessed before,
Such high beams did Gertie ‘s
bum cast—
the worms renamed her wormy
light-ass.
Those rogues! Her glow–was rose
despite term…
So she proposed the title
glow worm!
Brian’s Song
July 27, 2013 25 Comments
He calls me Mom
my greying, baby son
I’ll miss him when he’s gone
Last week strong
Next near done
He calls me Mom
He fought life-long
each day hard won
I’ll miss him when he’s gone
our Brian Song
our ken of none
He calls me Mom
At last all wrong
in form undone
I’ll miss him when he’s gone
‘Til next life dawns
‘Til then, my son!
He calls me Mom
I’ll miss him when he’s gone.
©Karen Robiscoe
Dedicated to my dear friend suffering both cerebral palsy and AML leukemia. As some of you know I chef part-time, although pretty much none of you know I also care for a person with cerebral palsy. We’ve had some terrible news of late. Just terrible. I couldn’t be more shook up about it, so any consideration is especially appreciated at this hard, hard time.
Water Wei
April 26, 2013 1 Comment
Leafing through an old graphics album I made back when I was into making computer graphics, and decided to dip my oars into the waters of haiku. This image is one I drew /designed for a Thai restaurant here in Santa Barbara. The haiku is one I designed here in SB, too. Paddling the 8 Fold Path, you might say, may you find the Tao within , without, in the 10,000 things, and in none of that. Peacccceeeee……
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