99/366
frozen reservoir
biting wind, bright sunny sky
Alberta April

100/366
the best thing about
coming home: noticing the
smell of the ocean

101/366
neverending rounds
of chores and errands: that’s what
grown-ups are made of

102/366
on the last day of
the semester, students have
already vanished

103/366
this is what I need:
a photowalk this weekend
sakura in bloom

104/366
Friday the thirteenth
fits perfectly in one line
that’s not unlucky

105/366
“I hope you’re having
a good weekend…” Saturday
emails always start

92/366
I must stop crying
eyes burn, head splits wide open
chest tight with heartache

93/366
this is the one where
I get by with a little
help from my friends. thanks.

94/366
pulling another
all-nighter? I think I can,
I think I can… yep.

95/366
a tatted-out guy o
on the number 3, rocking
to Kelly Clarkson

96/366
finishing grading
means finally facing the
stack of dirty dishes

97/366
train to the airport
makes me feel like I’m living
in a big city

98/366
three generations
baking vegan chocolate-
mint sandwich cookies

85/366
grading makes me so
sleepy. Sunday afternoon
nap. so delicious.

86/366
walked into cat post.
heard loud crack. toe now purple.
lesson: don’t make jokes.

87/366
cat barf everywhere
poor kitty is not feeling
well at all today

88/366
so tired of grading
and just so tired. want to sleep
and sleep and sleep and…

89/366
so hard to focus
when you’re worried but falling
behind means more stress

90/366
longest week ever
want to snuggle with kitty
until she is well

91/366
to the best kitty
in the whole world. already
missing you, buddy

78/366
a fleeting moment
an idea poised to fly
away in a breath

79/366
I think I could use
a personal assistant
and a housekeeper

80/366
spotted: red velvet
cake in the bakery aisle
cream cheese frosting? sold.

81/366
seen on the bus home:
guy wearing three different
camouflage patterns

82/366
today’s grading goal:
met. before dinner. success
in small increments.

83/366
and, finally, there’s
nothing left to do but make
cheese toast and popcorn

84/366
Mad Men marathon
must finish up season four
before tomorrow night

71/366
some guy is yelling,
“Bob McCammon! Canucks! the
’90s!” I don’t know why.

72/366
wind storm tears at trees
stereotypical March
in like a lion

73/366
Tuesday the 13th
why is it only Fridays
that are unlucky?

74/366
it’s raining inside
the bus. drops of water keep
falling on my head.

75/366
the Book Warehouse is
closing. goodbye to all the
remainder tables.

76/366
dishes, water plants,
vacuum, RUN, groceries, EAT,
cat box, time for bed

77/366
overheard: woman
to friend, “I put on my spring
coat and my spring shoes…”

64/366
just like a Law &
Order cold open — police
ambulance — flash, flash.

65/366
and still, years later
everything relates to a
Seinfeld episode

66/366 (look at all the sixes! 66/366 on 3/6!)
not yet election
just choosing a candidate
takes too bloody long

67/366
home before dark — or,
at least, almost. spring is just
around the corner.

68/366
remember: the true
meaning of feminism
is equality

69/366
frequent handwashing
my fingers crack and bleed but
I never get sick

70/366
practicing yoga
with dinner in the oven
not an ascetic

57/366
click-clunk between songs.
someone is listening to
a mixtape. flashback.

58/366
freedom to read week
annoy a conservative
go read a banned book

59/366
snowfall warning at
night—will it be a snow day
tomorrow? crap shoot.

60/366
giant fluffy flakes
snow on Burnaby mountain
a leap day surprise

61/366
putting the final
touches on the March issue
of Toasted Cheese. woo!

62/366
it’s pouring down rain
echoes of backhoe digging
against heavy sky

63/366
approaching the end
of a long-term project is
always bittersweet

50/366
lying on the grass
at Queen Elizabeth Park
a dead black squirrel

51/366
who is voting for
Rick Santorum? he is a
genuine nutbar.

52/366
one more thing to do
or is that two? just want to
go to bed right now

53/366
my first memory
eating licorice all-sorts
in a backyard fort

54/366
the old house across
the street was torn down today.
gentrification.

55/366
why is it snowing?
doesn’t the weather know that
it’s flower count time?

56/366
the wind, the wind it
blows and blows, shaking, rattling
rolling over me

43/366
rolling in the deep
with Adele at the Grammys
woman with a voice

44/366
wondering why I
have never made quiche before
easy and tasty

45/366
my valentine is
small, orange and furry and likes
to snuggle and purr

46/366
a power outage
alarm bleats repeatedly
at the disruption

47/366
baking sticky bread
on a gray and rainy day
the smoke alarm wails

48/366
tomatoes, basil
melty mozzarella on
a thin crust pizza

49/366 (a Friday FUM response)
this chicken sandwich
looks familiar. I guess all
fast food looks the same.