Thursday, July 24, 2008

When Fruity People Have Kids

Tula Does the Hula? What were these people thinking?

There was a time a long while back when my darling sisters would muse about what names to give their future children. This was years before either was married or expecting a child but their ideas made me shudder.

Names such as "Precious Memory" and "Petticoat Junction" were tossed around by my siblings and I feared their kids would spend their lives getting beat up and laughed at by small woodland creatures.

Then you hear about celebs giving their babies names like "Apple". It makes you want to smack some sense it these people!

Fortunately all of my nephews have solid, strong names that they won't need to change in their adult years just to be taken seriously. Heck, even Leaf Phoenix had the wisdom to revert back to being Joaqin.

Being creative is fine with a child's first name. But remember, this is what they must sign their checks with and give to the authorities when they get pulled over for speeding or to file their income taxes. poor, poor child. I feel your pain.

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away