This will hurt me...

And BOOM goes the dynamite!

Alas, he didn't find any buried treasure in Melbourne, and I still have to got to work...

Back when we had more sand in the sand pit. Backyard, Geilston Bay. December 2010. We have a full agenda on our hands for the big Melbourne trip: the Zoo, the Aquarium, the Museum, ScienceWorks, the shops the shops THE SHOPS . I’m not sure that we’ll even have time to squeeze in a spot of sand pitting… [I married] by Lorine Niedecker I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close— someone. I hid with him from the long range guns. We lay leg in the cupboard, head in closet. A slit of light at no bird dawn— Untaught I thought he drank too much. I say I married and lived unburied. I thought—

Drool . It's a way of life...

In the sandpit. Again . March 2010. We've been spending an awful lot of time in the sandpit. I'm breaking convention today and pasting Henry and Ezra in the morning, as my two little men fit the poem. Do yourself a favour and read it. Men , by Maya Angelou When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old men. Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always Going somewhere. They knew I was there. Fifteen Years old and starving for them. Under my window, they would pause, Their shoulders high like the Breasts of a young girl, Jacket tails slapping over Those behinds, Men. One day they hold you in the Palms of their hands, gentle, as if you Were the last raw egg in the world. Then They tighten up. Just a little. The First squeeze is nice. A quick hug. Soft into your defenselessness. A little More. The hurt begins. Wrench out a Smile that slides around the fear. When the Air disappears, Your mind pops, exploding fiercely...

I bet that you never knew Ezra was once a member of U.S. Special Forces!

Freckles? When did they arrive?

Castles in the air sandpit, Geilston Bay. April 2010. We're now getting to the point where Ezra will leave the castles up long enough for me to photograph them before demolishing them in a Godzilla-like frenzy of rightious anger. I like to call this bottom one " The firebombing of Dresden ". Fortunately, neither Ezra nor Henry have discovered fire yet...