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.

36/366
my old nemesis
strikes again. grading essays
procrastination

37/366
for dinner: homemade
turkey chili, cornbread, beer
life tastes delicious

38/366
grading grading grad-
ing grading grading grading
grading grading… aughh.

39/366
z z z z z
zz zz zz zz zz zz zz
zzz zzz zzz zzz zzz

40/366
slept thirteen hours and
all I’ve wanted today is
to go back to bed

41/366
dude in front of me
tells his wife it’s ok if
she goes commando

42/366
memory: my high
school bedroom, singing along
to “How Will I Know“

29/366
misty air heavy
with other people’s dinners
woodsmoke and damp earth

30/366
fiction, poetry
creative nonfiction, flash
reading submissions

31/366
daily to-do list
always much too ambitious
one item, crossed off

32/366
…have any spare change?
T3s anybody? I
got T3s. Do you…

33/366
he touches her hip
she leans away. PDA
on the number 3.

34/366
nocturnal beasts live
below me. music & food
one a.m. nightly

35/366
so clear I can see
The Eye of the Wind at the
top of Grouse Mountain

22/366
Sunday afternoon
post-run Mad Men marathon
blanket, tea and snacks

23/366
it seems like there must
be an easier way but
maybe there isn’t

24/366
another poem re:
the weather. what can I say?
it’s raining sideways

25/366
must write a haiku
before I crawl into bed
how very meta

26/366 brought to you by Phoebe (mew)
I told you, human
Friskies is so delicious
I eat it all up

27/366
I run like the wind
in my imagination
feet skimming the ground

28/366
dear sidewalk hogs: move.
I am not invisible.
stop being assholes