carverrific

she carved a vision

with deft precision

cutting away

with each incision

all that was not dragon queen

each piece chosen to stay

thinks it was its own decision

each faction has their way

which steers them to grave division

with each stroke the queen preens

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moonmice

it started with a glowing wheel

perfection for your eyes to feel

then someone saw it fit to steal

skymice scurry every night

while the wheel is in flight

moonmice nibble as they please

from the top edge they tease

eat away the glowing wheel of cheese

a little later every night

the moon cries of its plight

try as it might to fight

but moonmice nibble in morning light

halfway gone from my sight

i fear the worst shall happen soon

the night there will be no more moon

no glowing wheel after which i swoon

i shake my fist high

cry into the sky

and beg the moonmice

to please be nice

for if they eat the last piece

hungrier than galactic geese

from the moon they shall fall

but they do not heed my call

so when the mice have had their fill

devoured their celestial pill

then the moon shall slowly grow

a little more each night shall show

and once again the night shall glow

but such delicious they cannot forego

and so new skymice shall congregate

though their elders ate their fate

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toast

yo yo toast

beyond mere bread

it simply must be said

a loaf would want to boast

when you give it a little roast

when you’re brown and crispy

lady diana thinks you’re nifty

so get broiling in a jiffy

oh toast, dear toast, darling toast

she loves you the most

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Happy February

Rabbit! Rabbit!! Rabbit!!!

Whether January seemed to flash by like a jackrabbit or crawled slowly like a reluctant groundhog from its winter burrow, I hope that February is a rewarding and healthful month for you and yours. Best wishes in all you do and blessings to you throughout the month!

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Happy New Year 2018

Happy 2458119.5 ≤ t < 2458484.5!!!

(i.e. Happy New Year 2018! (for the Gregorians))

With hopes that you have a healthful, happy, prosperous, productive, plentiful, bountiful, blessed, splendiferous, scrumdidliumptuous, super spectacular next orbit (year) ahead!

(NB: See http://www.nr.com/julian.html for a converter, or search for “Julian Day Number” if the date-time values don’t make sense. Or just ask.)

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microbihome

when i travel near or far

my invisible teammates

are the subtle stars

no matter where i go

my carry-on luggage

rules the show

whether in my cave

or at a rave

my secret team

is there to save

they are with me when i dream

their hunger is what i crave

i harbor vast colonies of aliens

ten trillion bits i call my friends

some nourish, some defend

with me beyond my end

outside i wear an active aura

inside i sport my microflora

they say home is where the heart is

for my brain, gut, and skin, home is

where the microbiome is

home is where the fart is

no matter where I roam

not that i go lunching on local loam

the place that feels like home

is where i wear my microbiome

i try to keep my team well-fed

those i lose will be repopulated

what the shower decimated

will not be annihilated

what the shampoo strips bare

yesterday’s towel will surely share

when i travel beyond the willow

foreign hordes could erase a race

whole colonies gone without a trace

every night i reinoculate

in my trusty old pillow

i bury my fecund face

factions have turf wars on my skin

their colonies are wafer thin

i bring along food from my pantry

with home microbes infused aplenty

that kid with the security blanket

plenty of tiny friends on the docket

i know someone who carries

a loaf of homemade sourdough

under their arm wherever they go

they carry a jar of starter

with their local microbes

traveling wherever they go

they say home is where the heart is

for my brain, gut, and skin, home is

where the microbiome is

home is where the fart is

no matter where I roam

not that i go lunching on local loam

the place that feels like home

is where i wear my microbiome

i dance with my microbiome

in our shared biodrome

they chat with my epigenome

petition to my somes of chrome

they tell me what to dream

as we surf on quantum foam

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cask and mask

in snowcrowned cupola

huddle wintering bats

ocean breezes bless

Hemingway’s hundred cats

as snowsleigh glides

in frozen flats

sandsleigh sails

to mouth of rats

some bundled up

in scarves and knitted hats

while others stroll

in flippy-floppy flats

and too our hearts

in all their varied climes

from frigid freeze

to where ice sublimes

we each have our seasons

but sometimes

no reasons or rhymes

whether rollercoastered realms

of depression and mania

weigh like lead upon our seasons

catacombs cast in lead dead dread

bathed and steeped in flavored biles

buoyed by brief bouty blimps of oy

masquerading as moments of joy

or ephemeral tugs and flights

of sorrow and euphoria

grow like grape-weighted vines

wandering and weaving

through our minds’ arboria

let us take bottled tears

of vintage years

and kegs of beers

of dark-hued fears

cries and despair

breaths of fresh air

and frowns and smiles

uncork the cask

remove the mask

let us share our tears and joys

each in our own vineyard’s styles

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