Yo Whatup, Kid I'm The Juice Fairy: My Juice Addiction

Photo Credit: Catherine Roach of Waltham, MA

So lately I've realized that I have a problem. I have a serious juice addiction...and when I say juice, I actually mean juice, not some slang term for some other highly addictive substance. They hooked me young man! Back on the playground when I was young and impressionable they put a sippy cup in my hand and told me to try it. All the other kids were doing it. "Come on, try it" they said. Now I have a 2 quart a day habit and let me tell you something, that shit is expensive! My friends want me to check into a clinic...but those shots of high fructose corn syrup just don't cut it.

Whose Splat Is That?

A little while back, I posted an ink splat. The following is kind of a response to my mom's comment, "So whose splat is it?".

I merely let loose the drop of ink
Conscious, calculated
A quick subtle flick of the wrist.

The drop fell
Serene, systematic,
Empirically spherical and predictably straight down.

But for that splat:
Kinetic, explosive,
Expressively, existentially bold and deliberately declared

For the flowing globular tendrils
Exuberant, eruptive,
Elatedly and passionately striving but not quite breaking free.

For the miniscule droplets
Skipping and skittering
Franticaly, fervently flung and unfettered for a mere fraction of a second.

As for the splash
Precisely spontaneous
With reverence I surrender the drop to physics

The point is that I can't really take credit for the creation of the splat. All I did was engineer the circumstances under which it would BE created, it's actual creation was an explosion of complex math determining the scattering of an incomprehensible number of particles. The scope of this math is quite beyond my capabilities.

Shoes in the Shower by the Overturned Glass

Voices, Music, and celebration in the other room; there was a Party this night. But this moment was a quiet discovery. An overturned glass and a bold splash of sticky brown liquid. Rum and coke? Who knew, but it felt utterly profound at that moment...Or maybe it was her. She closed the door and pulled the shower curtain behind her. Shoes in the shower, we held each other beside the overturned beverage and the bottle of Suave shampoo. Quietly desperate, we kissed until a knock on the door.