Category: Artifacts

The park was empty.

The sun nestled behind the hills.

The kids ran around the playground.

The golden hour enveloped us.

The only family in the world.

䷫䷧

under heaven, wind
the image of coming to meet.

March closed with a finance book.

April started with epic spreadsheet for retirement.
Numbers led to more spreadsheets.
Research the perfect investment strategy.
Websites, forums, emails, articles, podcasts, videos, books.
Update the spreadsheets, again.

April is closing.
Time to decide.

Enough.
May is for living.

䷌䷘

under heaven thunder rolls:
all things attain the natural state of innocence.

They laid a grey flannel blanket on the floor.

Piled on toys and pillows.

Set a red chair on one end.

Taped a sign on its back.

“The Chocolate Racer”

䷯䷭

in the well there is a clear cold spring

Two nights ago, my wife made porridge.

Aged cheddar, black pepper, sea salt, and leftover rice.

Righteous.

She made it again.

The kids devoured it before I came downstairs for lunch.

I scraped the pot before doing the dishes.

Less quantity, less guilt.

A moderate luxury.

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the town maybe changed, but the well cannot be changed.

“We’re good at warehousing.”

(at the youth center)

“They have no vision.”

About our capital

(and the kids)

䷮䷰

a man permits himself to be oppressed by stone,
and leans on thorns and thistles.

She built a pet park.

A monumental arch led to a pond and a dog run.

Dali, Roofie, Little Roofie, Tiny Roofie, Chocolate, and Molang (the bunny).

The brown and black dogs (and white bunny) chased each other on the verdant lawn.

The green baseplate formerly undergird a house.

She built that with mom, a one bedroom tract home, not unlike our first house.

Alas, creative destruction.

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a melon covered in willow leaves.
hidden lines.
then it drops down to one from heaven.

One blue smudge on the sheet.

Annother on the ping pong paddle.

Wash his hands.

What? More!

On the bed, the dresser, the laptop.
His arms, her shirt.
The wall.
His face.

Eureka!
The leaky pen.

My hands.

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It furthers one to cross the great water.

A family riding bikes.

A Sunday evening jaunt.

A radio blasting Mariachi.

A memory, eating tacos.

䷰䷠

Starting brings misfortune,
To remain persevering brings good fortune.

He spilled a drop of that sweet, sweet yogurt drink.

She promptly wiped it up.
When she turned around,

He licked the table.

Not fast enough.
“No more snacks!”

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A big wagon for unloading, one may undertake something.

While clearing the table, I finished his last bite of lunch —
a small spoonful of rice and veggies.

I was chewing when he wandered back into the dining room.
He bawled, fell to the floor, and wailed.

His sister strode in to console him.

A pteradactyl swooped down from the sky.
The terrifying dinosaur was befuddled.
Its head was stuck in an ice cream cone.

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An Auspicious Beginning,
A turbulent End.