Home again, home again...
Monday, November 9, 2009 at 05:56PM Tiny little house,
I love your chilly tile floor
in the early morn!
Google searches leading to this site, or, a window into strangers’ brains (my favorite of which is “fuck me clogs”):

Hummingbird Feeder
I got this as a gift from Olivia for my bridal shower in Minnesota. Or, rather, Ollie took the time to hop online and find a boutique in my town, so I wouldn’t have to carry anything back on the plane. This is what I picked out with her gift certificate.
It’s made of recycled glass, and the birds love it!
Heirloom Tomatoes

I love these lumpy, discolored tomatoes more than just about any other foodstuff on earth, with the possible exception of soft, stinky cheese. More on that later. These tomatoes taste like tomatoes are supposed to…acidic, tangy, with a finish of earthiness that makes me think of childhood. Also, they’re pretty, which is more than can be said for the mealy pink tasteless circles of tomato that you get on your Big Mac.
Plastic Yard Flamingos
My yard is covered in these awful creatures. I love them. Our neighbor’s kid takes pleasure in rearranging them a few times a week, so I never know where they’ll be when I open the front gate. We’ll probably never live in another neighborhood where it’s acceptable, downright encouraged, to have a yard full of the ‘mingos, so it’s now or never for the Mingos Dynasty.
Soft, Stinky Cheese
Seastack from Mt. Townsend Creamery is where it’s at, kids. This stuff has a vegetable ash rind, a very smooth liquidy first layer, and an earthy-tasting inner cheese that’s to die for. Even Randy, man-who-likes-few-cheeses, asks for this one.
Haiku Invitational
If you want to post a haiku, compose an email to post.goatygoat.haiku@squarespace.com. Place the title of the haiku in the subject line, the 5-7-5 haiku in the body, sign your name at the end, and hit send. You won’t be able to edit after sending, so please make sure it’s how you want it before you send it!
HOW FUN!!
Monday, November 9, 2009 at 05:56PM Tiny little house,
I love your chilly tile floor
in the early morn!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009 at 12:48PM within sheets of skin
or communities of spleen
cells fuck like rabbits
-- ec
Wednesday, July 29, 2009 at 01:01PM Coin, I see your head
but always know your tail is
there and part of you
--
ec
Wednesday, July 22, 2009 at 06:33AM today the train stalled
I jolt from my peaceful morn--
should have ridden bikes.
--
ec
Thursday, July 16, 2009 at 11:46PM Up past my bedtime,
There are just so many things
to look up online!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009 at 09:23AM I’ve heard two songs by
The Smiths, and I’ve managed to
wash all the dishes.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009 at 12:51PM Cherries from the sack
We spit seeds into the wind
Midwestern roadtrip
--
ec
Wednesday, May 13, 2009 at 10:45AM lungs inflate for four
and i picture the transfer
of gas molecules
exhaling for six
i picture lungs deflating
my strange pink chest sacs
--
ec
Thursday, April 23, 2009 at 06:25AM Sometimes ebbs and flows,
It’s never predictable.
And that really sucks.
Monday, April 20, 2009 at 12:06PM lying on the floor
with my eyes closed I feel for
the pulse of my heart
--
ec
Friday, April 17, 2009 at 08:22AM Erythrocytes float
What kind of disease is this?
(red white blue and green)
--
ec
Sunday, April 12, 2009 at 09:56AM Sometimes friends will post
Haiku that they have written,
Though they’re far away.
Look for a haiku
With a signature after…
That’s the author’s name.
Sounds good to you, too?
Email me and let me know…
I’ll give you the key!
Sunday, April 12, 2009 at 06:23AM tulip trees in bloom
petals drift down gracefully
glorious spring day
—
ec
Wednesday, March 4, 2009 at 11:08PM Eating half a tub
of cream cheese, while delicious,
is BAD IDEA.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008 at 03:33PM twenty three below.
sixty eight degree house temp
seems so exotic.
AND
sundogs. the cold sky.
a rainbow around the sun.
stay inside today.
Saturday, December 13, 2008 at 04:30AM 
woke up this mornin’
put on my blue suede shoe-sah
n’rock’em senseless
Wednesday, December 10, 2008 at 07:28PM 
It’s confession time:
In a quiche, or just with eggs,
I freakin’ love SPAM.