03 August 2011

before you--

before you

focus on that 
right before you
moment it's 
that one
you have here
before you--

17 May 2011

still-- swaying

                   c h a n d e l i e r s
       as always               still
                  on the floor

       in my 
                 . . .      

         pristine golden ceiling

13 May 2011

a pile of paper napkins and no recent blog posts...

write. sinking in often bleeding through
thin paper napkins under hand for words when need--

deep-- the pen digs in; delicate and quick--
napkin tissue tears, times where words come to mind fast and hard.

sinking in bleeding under hand
for words through delicate times and tears hard to--
pen digs in:

mind; paper napkins (deep in messes or simply creased in unassuming piles)
delicate and quick-- dabbed at the corners of what isn't said.
traces, edges, left, write that's--
my poetry.

04 April 2011

And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. / Bin gar kine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

....but it IS national poetry month... 
so i'll try to post some of my young writers' 
latest throughout the month ...because, 
well, in their words, they rock!

There is shadow under this red rock, 
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
--The Waste Land  1922  T.S. Eliot 

for more of eliot's the waste land 

01 April 2011

did you catch that

how can the day go when you sat and watched it and did you do so much yet does it and do you have to show and will you look around now or back and stand up it's eight again how can the day go when you with you without you how can the day go when you sat and watched it and did you do so much yet does it and do you have to show and will you look around now

now ...about last post  :{   just a mix of migraine brain and a clueless ipod touch user trying to write a blog post from bed using some shaky fingers that were beyond frustrated with auto-correct. oh and i couldn't look at the bright screen so my eyes were practically closed most of the time, ha, other than that it was posting as usual. well, not 'usual' per-se, since, i don't ever seem to post anymore... but that's neither here nor there... just consider it an early april fools post from silly me, that way i don't have to be funny today, fewf, what a relief. 
[fool•ish•ness] ie somethin's fishy....

too bad you can't get a copy of the april fools newspaper that the kids and i have coming out.... now that's some classic comedic journalism, complete with upside down swimming fish tales and catch phrases 

(like this one that has become a favorite):

"when life gives you lemons make lemonade....
but unless life also gives you sugar and water, 
your lemonade is really going to suck."

and another....

"i have connections with energy... 
he's on my speed dial."

ahhh, i love these kids. 
they're funnier than any post auto correct could write for me. 
what a catch...

15 March 2011

shhh uhhhh I mean ahh and to think, bad writing and grammar drive me crazy. AND I TEACH WRITING FOR GOODNESS SAKE AHHHH

after all this time.... in th midst of a really painful migraine where I'm typing most of this with my eyes closed (haha I mean seriously I should leave it for you as only auto correct intended that would be awesome) anyway where was I oh yes.. only at this incomvoeniwnrnv hHaha ok I left that one for ya, only at this inconvenient mime... Iran ugh i mean time seruov seriously mauby I cannot post on a IPod with aigraobe.* shhh shah IpeAn I mean ahhhhhjhh not duh

*iPod with a migraine
**to be clear, the migraine doesn't have a mountains MIGRAINE -- I do
***lol like that cleared things up!! ha I intended on writing that it's not my iPod who has the migraine, it's me. but I believe sfter all of this nonsense that's become screamingly cleat CLEAR. please font DON'T scream.

oh how this had
has become this is reductions reduce rediculus I just wanted to post some haiku thata I just wrogtw wrote about japan because jahoa -- how appropriate of course bit I scribbled them on post it notes and forget this technology inhibit wow I can't even type u fi
followed by hugging hah ah lala I was trying to put a lot of h's like in ahhhh but with more and I either get inhibit or hugging and now this simple post of two haiku for japan hasbecome a parhetic n obvious display of both my inability to type on th iPod tharen
the Algeria n so kindly gave to me saxonrj six months ago but i still cant do it and also tellse me that Persians during my migraine days I should stick to wroth writing on poster
postits with pencil. oh haha and by persians -imeanto write perhaps ....:for goodness saké [oh ya but that lady lazy LAST one there, my friends, that was alll mine, no credit to autocorrect on that one for goodness---]

ok I mist UST UH MUST dash --

die DUE to technical difficulties..mograkinograine ie. migraine had has seen significant increase.

haik u late

x c