tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66029316452633499562024-03-19T01:30:33.682-07:00words and photo booth momentsbut life flashes as the perfect picture never develops - this is - sitting in hours- it - never ready- truth flashes in between composure - focus- some smiles are captured - and those moments in between - words [wpm]chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.comBlogger234125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-2214108696932045472011-08-03T22:51:00.000-07:002011-08-03T22:51:03.818-07:00before you--
before you
focus on that right before youmoment it's that oneyou have herebefore you--chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-74331134037513482932011-05-17T17:02:00.000-07:002011-05-17T17:02:34.042-07:00still-- swaying
c h a n d e l i e r s as always still on the floor
. &chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-28187615984393387482011-05-13T10:13:00.000-07:002011-05-13T10:13:25.761-07:00a 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 andchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-54066302516132632892011-04-04T10:42:00.000-07:002011-04-04T10:53:48.607-07:00And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. / Bin gar kine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
April is the cruellest month, breedingLilacs out of the dead land, mixingMemory and desire, stirringDull 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 chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-25560642296027335902011-04-01T20:32:00.000-07:002011-04-01T20:40:14.686-07:00did 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
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now ...about last post :{chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-5016793290716583612011-03-15T15:59:00.000-07:002011-03-16T10:58:24.354-07:00shhh uhhhh I mean ahh and to think, bad writing and grammar drive me crazy. AND I TEACH WRITING FOR GOODNESS SAKE AHHHHafter 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 chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-33853860382665731242010-11-02T14:35:00.000-07:002010-11-02T14:35:47.266-07:00the old it was a dark and stormy night line
at the newspaper meeting last friday (before halloween), dressed in costumes, i had the kids use their stormy creativity on the old "it was a dark and stormy night..." line, taking it places it had never been...
DO something with it, i told them, like, something, different, from a noise scratching at the window etc... i knew they were capable (and frankly, they knew chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-85940497669608114442010-10-19T01:00:00.000-07:002010-10-19T01:00:04.279-07:00six words hammered into brasshinged on all
that was not
chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-11677399030301295462010-10-12T01:16:00.000-07:002010-10-12T01:16:59.079-07:00scarletwarmth perched upon october nights the nightingale of hours summer song
chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-82422644036129343952010-10-08T19:42:00.000-07:002010-10-08T19:42:42.501-07:00and leaves
"Praise and blame, gain and loss, pleasure and sorrow come and go like the wind.
To be happy,
rest like a giant tree
in the midst of them all."
[buddha]
chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-41237244533786654322010-10-04T22:50:00.000-07:002010-10-04T22:54:04.932-07:00splintered yellow
i imagine; it wasn't like this when you looked back
photo credit: chantal
chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-51210872882937672992010-10-04T22:44:00.000-07:002010-10-05T13:53:53.882-07:00keep tracktrainridesongspastskipstepswrongdirectionfollowedplansneverlaid
keptrunningwalking
under full moon half newfeet touch groundfootsteps tread over numbers eyes above stars movein motion music time seasonsplans rhythm skipslife turns ontracktrackschttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-36006555466018512002010-09-28T10:59:00.000-07:002010-09-28T11:26:32.423-07:00surrounds my skin indian summer warm nights still
indian summer ready already fall fallen and air warm warmer so still
--to wait and yet hold every whisper when darkness falls leaves warm to cool fall short shortness of breath to breathe too hot to think of it all now in the midst first last in medias res touch of indian summer endures as darkness comes to air too warm to notice notice notice holds us here and will endure whisper every hold chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-36625268891310249212010-09-20T22:43:00.000-07:002010-09-20T22:48:35.947-07:00stop stoppedbreathless knocked-- [closed door] no answer.
[six words]
more of this poem here on:
chandeliers on the floor
six+ words: chantal photo credit: chantal pictured house painting: third-grade studentpictured polished fingernail: abby :)
chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-32145451635192586492010-09-16T08:56:00.000-07:002010-09-16T09:39:02.259-07:00chance for the unluckyi'll take my chance
and stirring in strong coffee eyes--
is chance, you
're my chance.
and as you know but never 'know'
in french chance means luck.
[so at least we've got that]chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-25822045675870400732010-09-15T13:44:00.000-07:002010-09-15T13:47:41.377-07:00the many instructions on how to be josiemy students are starting their own blogs!!!! i'm not only excited but laughing and smiling out loud as i read them. here i introduce you to the many instructions on how to be josie by one of my 11 year old students who has more projects going on at once than i do! and this is one of them. an in-depth character study, josie leos, is she real or fictional? or both? or does it matter... with almost chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-6273878165574702432010-09-07T00:37:00.000-07:002010-09-07T00:38:32.949-07:00el view
"Nonsense wakes up the brain cells.
And it helps develop a sense of humor,
which is awfully important in this day and age.
Humor has a tremendous place in this sordid world.
It's more than just a matter of laughing.
If you can see things out of whack, then you can see how things can be
in whack."
[Dr. Seuss]
photo credit : chantal
chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-90865139444077978312010-09-03T19:17:00.000-07:002010-09-03T19:18:22.445-07:00all--
so write on the world's stage [six words]
photo credit : chantal
chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-31420545364651725762010-09-02T20:09:00.000-07:002010-09-02T20:09:23.589-07:00second
still
remember last
august
turned
september
[six words]
photo credit : chantal
chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-70645497377965603352010-08-16T20:41:00.000-07:002010-08-16T20:45:19.662-07:00how did it-- where did the-- ?
"to live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else"
e m i l y
d i c k i n s o n
photo credit: chantalchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-35560089605625106642010-08-08T15:10:00.000-07:002010-08-08T15:10:44.470-07:00but in a breakbreaks underfoot
moment comes over
birds fly
together
loneliness escapes
at a stoplight gaze
across from--
peace of--
piece of--
mind--
art--
forms
glides
disperses
turns around
all in the dance
back
forward
together
soar again
unison
find
that place
in place
never looks
like what you-- thought
it-- would
when-- you-- first started--
to break
chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-68235258642268059782010-07-28T18:07:00.000-07:002010-07-28T18:15:26.136-07:00please use a coaster
used to be the roller coaster now we simply coast, coasters holding tight letting go hands up it's not in them anyway never was after all down hill up hill screaming round holding breath side-to-side, only 'bout a minute and a half can feel like years can feel like it was meant to be, then walk away... side-by-side
and the noise and quiet lights still shine on waves that crash in chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-69934865834680218262010-07-26T10:23:00.000-07:002010-07-26T10:29:22.256-07:00over the edge. water under the--
"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop"
jack kerouac
over the edge.
water under chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-33376778825317175892010-07-22T18:35:00.000-07:002010-07-23T11:32:35.729-07:00scene
it is. he was right, " all the world's a stage... "
caught in the act
but by a few, most walk on and along consuming without question
thought-- second thought-- what's made us watch us
perform so-- from behind big sunglasses no reflection glitter on bright
screens starred envisioned watching the time forgot to look andchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6602931645263349956.post-19177859736933908332010-06-20T21:17:00.000-07:002010-06-21T10:12:04.647-07:00every day, fathers"fathers are always asking kids
what do they want to be when they grow up because they are still looking for ideas."
--jack benny
any day captures every day fathers [six words]
x c
photo and six words: chantalchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12402539540632927817noreply@blogger.com0