Monday, February 8, 2010
9:13 am,
losing morgan.

Morgan Niels-Jeske
"The Valentine Baby"
February 1, 2008 - February 5, 2010
Adopted into our family February 14, 2008
She no longer has the burden of an old body, but I'm going to miss her so much. Here's an excerpt from the journal entry I wrote about her on Valentine's Day of 2008. The best Valentine's Day ever.
In my hands was a tiny, beautiful baby girl rat. Seriously, all I did was stare at her for the longest time. I couldn't formulate any thoughts and I hardly dared hope that she was mine, so I kept asking stupid questions like "Where'd she come from?" and "What is she doing here?" I know I kind of made Ash nervous that I didn't like her, but I was just in shock. And then when it finally started to dawn on me that this little girl was mine, I began to tear up and almost started crying. She's so beautiful. She's mostly white with a dark gray hood with a white line like a scar down her face to her nose and a dark gray spot on her back. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
We love you, Morgan.

Sunday, February 7, 2010
12:18 pm,
brigit's flame, week one: birds of a feather.
The sky opens in tangerines and tomatoes
and the sun is one hundred and fifty million kilometers away
as the crow flies.
We are the wings to carry Dreams
and Nightmares.
We are the specs of dust hurried away with the wind.
Six billion minds away from infinity,
ten percent of an earth discovered.
We understand nothing but a simple
systemic definition of life that we have created.
We are self-organizing,
Self-destructing,
hypothesizing to make every single organism plausible.
We are colors
and beams of light
and birds with hollow bones.
We are the dirt and forgotten pieces of sixty-two generations
between the first and the sacred.
We are the same breath and the same life.
The fruit of the earth,
the poison of an apple,
the tick-tock of a broken clock.
The sky darkens with the smear of a crimson paintbrush
and a deepened wash of the Lactarius indigo.
The stars burn pinholes in the canvas
and a fire ignites, blazing through the atmosphere.
We are the Dreams and Nightmares
of a botanist and mycologist and preacher.
We are the beliefs of an athiest
and the fears of every delicate snail.
A crow cuts a line to the dying sun
and a single, broken feather drops to the cracked, terra cotta ground.
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I did a poem this time for Week One at

Friday, February 5, 2010
9:19 am,
doodling my life away.
Help me be artistic. Not like I have enough on my plate already, but this will be fun.
The first 10 people to comment in this post get to request that I draw a doodle of any pairing/character of their choosing.
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You can post it in your own journal or not, I'm not going to make you. And it might take a little bit since this weekend is going to be crazy busy, but I'll do it. I need to doodle a little more.

Thursday, February 4, 2010
12:02 pm,
random questions time.
Stole from Meg.
( Random Questions )
I'm hungry.

Monday, January 25, 2010
12:26 pm,
family menagerie and contest.
Just wanted to mention the newest comic is up over at The Family Menagerie. Comment there and let us know what you think! Ash did the base coloring for the first time, and I'm awfully proud of her.
Also, to those of you who voted for us in the Maddie's Corner contest, make sure you comment on that entry so I know who wants an icon. I've been in icon-making-mood lately. Thanks a ton to those who have so far! We've kind of fallen into second place, so I really need your help to get Ash and I back into first place. Please share it with your friends - it's a really good cause.
Thank you! And don't forget to check out the comic.
Also...
Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one reason why I like you. Then repost this and spread the love.
(Stolen from

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