Welcome To The World, Sofia

And our tiny glimpse of it.

See You Over There, Too

Whenever you want to sneak a peak,

As invited into our world,

I hope you also join us each week

And view our baby girl.

She's not even born, and she has a name!

Her name is Sofia True!

Her parents, of course, would be so ashamed

For not sharing Sofia with you.

So please come and join us,

It'll be da' bomb!

So many things to discuss!

You can extend a virtual palm,

I promise,

At http://sofiatrue.blogspot.com/

Upon Seeing an Ultrasound Photo of My Unborn Child

Tadpole, it's not time yet to nag you
about college (though I have some thoughts
on that), baseball (ditto), or abstract
principles. Enjoy your delicious,
soupy womb-warmth, do some rolls and saults
(it'll be too crowded soon), delight in your early
dreams — which no one will attempt to analyze.
For now: may your toes blossom, your fingers
lengthen, your sexual organs grow sensitive, your teeth
form their buds in their forming jawbone, your already
booming heart expand (literally
now, metaphorically later); O your spine,
eyebrows, nape, knees, fibulae,
lungs, lips... But your soul,
dear child: I don't see it here, when
does that come in, whence? Perhaps God,
and your mother, and even I — we'll all contribute
and you'll learn yourself to coax it
from wherever: your soul, which holds your bones
together and lets you live
on earth. — Fingerling, sidecar, nubbin,
I'm waiting, it's me, Dad,
I'm out here. You already know
where Mom is. I'll see you more directly
upon arrival. You'll recognize
me — I'll be the tall-seeming, delighted
blond guy, and I'll have
your nose.

By Thomas Lux

We'll See You On The Other Side

I'll Make It Anywhere (With Me And My Baby)

I Want To Wake Up In A House That Never Sleeps

I'm Makin A Brand New Start Of It

Start Spreading The News

David J. Bayt

Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad

Our Monticello, and Circe

Yes, You

Her Favorite Part, the Contract

No Worries Here

On the Footsteps of History

Aaaaahhhhh.

Don't Think This Guy Liked Me. I'm Sure He Liked Katie.

Roy G. Biv

Donde hace la parada del cielo?

We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
Till someone really find us out.'

Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The understanding of a friend.

But so with all, from babes that play
At hide-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
Must speak and tell us where they are.

Sleeping Beauties

Rare Moment

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Hey V, Don't Forget Your Last Birthday

On the Way to a New "Us"

I Know, Jeff, I Know

Just Kiss Me You Fool

Seriously, Are You Serious?

Sorry Boys, I Gotta See About a Girl

Two-Headed Beast (with stick)

Never Been Loved Like That

The Santa Claws

Hands Full

Augury of Innocence

My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still.
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.
I cannot shake the shimmer from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the water-trough,
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.

His Uncle's Talent

Baby on the Hip Never Looked So Good

Cute Cheerleaders

Annamae's Heir

Sun's Always Shining

Me and Z

Joel's Bliss

Mountains of Santa Fe

Captain and First Mate

My Little Gypsy Dog

Good Puppies, Now Don't Move

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.