January 11, 2007

365/365, Jennifer

Jennifer is the love of my life, the glue that holds all my toothpicks together, my bestest friend in the world, my green velvet beetle bird, my chipmunk zoo, my oh, my mine and more, always and all ways more.

Posted by dwaber at 01:15 PM

January 10, 2007

364/365, Michael

Michael is a rock dropped in a lake whose ripples touch the lives of more people than he can know. Think saki, bocci, hand-stitched books, telling the first story so others tell theirs, and "always ask for more poems."

Posted by dwaber at 01:23 PM

January 09, 2007

363/365, Jules

Jules was my grandfather, never sick a day until cancer killed him in weeks. I joked at his sudden thinness, his pained smile crushed me. Decades later my dad said he'd loved to laugh and I'd provided his last one.

Posted by dwaber at 02:04 PM

January 08, 2007

362/365, Chris

Chris was steaming past me and I said, "Hey, what's the rush." He said, "Oh, someone broke a urinal upstairs." I said, "Wow, how do you break a urinal." He shook his head in resignation and said, "With a sledgehammer."

Posted by dwaber at 12:09 PM

January 07, 2007

361/365, Kathy

Kathy was the second prettiest girl in junior high, if you looked past braces and the temporarily out-of-proportion lines of her growth-spurting bones, which most people couldn't. She seemed to fit every group by relying on none.

Posted by dwaber at 01:57 PM

January 06, 2007

360/365, Dawn

Dawn is the quiet one who wonders if poetry really runs through her. Her hope that it does is strong enough to keep her writing, coming to readings, and standing at the microphone to put it out there. Poetry wins.

Posted by dwaber at 01:51 PM

January 05, 2007

359/365, Jeff

Jeff is the kind of guy who'll do a first-rate job during the four weeks after the two weeks he thought the job would take when he quoted it, and not even think to try and renegotiate the price.

Posted by dwaber at 12:42 PM

January 04, 2007

358/365, Ben

Ben was my highschool girlfriend's father. We were all going out together, the boys were sitting, waiting. The ladies appeared, I began to stand. He stopped me and said, "Don't ever get off the couch until they're in the car."

Posted by dwaber at 01:21 PM

January 03, 2007

357/365, Mike

Mike told me he was from IllinoiS, and pronounced the final s. I told him nobody was from IllinoiS, to be FROM you were from Illinois with a silent s. Clue number one I was dealing with a chronic liar.

Posted by dwaber at 12:55 PM

January 02, 2007

356/365, Brian

Brian was the blonde haired, freckled kid who lived in a stuccoed house that did to my elbow what a grater does to cheese as I was riding by on my bike. He taught me how to flip my eyelids.

Posted by dwaber at 12:08 PM

January 01, 2007

355/365, Harley

Harley always seemed to me like the perfect gentleman. Unflappable, impeccably dressed, married to a woman who was more like Jacqueline Kennedy-Onassis than anyone I ever knew, he was the quiet one of the brothers, and taught me graciousness.

Posted by dwaber at 12:54 PM