Monday, September 29, 2014


the older I get
the less I feel like a bottle of wine
any bottle of wine
and the more I look like a leaf
any leaf
that is more than a few days removed from the tree
and the outside
sitting on the kitchen counter
still colorful
but ...

warm fall day

sweat and sunburn framed
by yellow, orange and green leaves
in the waning light

Saturday, September 27, 2014


When you yell at her for forgetting her homework
You hope that the moment is just a moment
Set aside
When  she says you are the best daddy ever

Monday, August 11, 2014

then and NOW

She is but a link in the chain
Standing under the basketball hoop
Ball in hand
She turns back towards me and says
I could dribble better
If this
Wasn't in my way

Thursday, June 05, 2014


As I look across the living room to the dining room and
See the empty boxes  and
The would be contents
I feel like a photographer for National Geographic
Standing on the prairie in Yellowstone
In August
Watching the male Bison posture and bellow
As the females look on
All of them
Contestants in a much too familiar rite

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

My Guinea Pig

If you’ve heard the one about the tree in the woods
You’ll understand that I have to be off
It’s hard to know for sure when your patient is sick
If you aren’t there to listen to the cough

It’s almost time for dinner now
And carrots, parsley and grapes
They will not ever chop themselves
And jump up onto the plate

My little friend, he eats and he sleeps
He squeaks and he eats quite frequently
And between the three it’s safe to say
Eating is his speciality

When I appear at the top of the stairs
The gymnastics and theatrics begin
If it wasn’t for all of his eating
He’d really be very very very very very  thin

He jumps, he chews, he squeals with rage
Gripping the bars of his rectangular cage
Being small must not seem so fair
Especially not when he’s trapped inside there

Does he save this show just for me
Or does the cat stop by
And politely offer to serve
A homemade carrot pie

All that I know for certain
Is that when I put his bowl next to his hay
He empties it completely
That is all he ever really has to say

So I’ll be going now
See you later this week
I have a tree at home
That is about to squeak

By: Seren Alexia Angus

Sunday, May 25, 2014

the second nice day of the season

a watermelon,
corn on the cob, a dirty
striped picnic blanket

Cat Naps

I know that Carpe Diem is American
Hell it's even the name of a blog on the American Enterprise Institute's website but
I've been on a see saw recently
With a five year old and
I experienced the knee pain and
Calf strain and
Right at this moment
At barely six thirty in the morning
Nothing hurts but
I am uneasy because
A cat is sitting silently next to my chair
Not wailing or
Chewing plastic bags
As he has been known to do but
Simply staring off into the distance
Not like a leopard in a tree watching a troop of monkeys forage for fruit but
Like a businessman standing in front of the doors of a subway train
If subway train doors had to be approached like antelope and
Businessmen had the patience of cats
With the knowledge that
Days are
Antelope and
Subway train doors and
Five year olds on see saws and
That's why cat's pounce and

Friday, May 23, 2014

second grade in may

little desks huddled
together like emperor
penguins with no eggs

Antique Plates

Check for rust
Look for wear and tear
Listen to the engine
Ask about mileage
Get up and go
Reliability and
Whatever else you want
Ask away
The answers don't matter anymore
I've long been eligible for a
Antique plates