Monday, January 31, 2011

Pathetic Ploy for Attention

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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

I want that dinosaur sticker!

I owe the Do It club, my personal and very awesome accountability group, a blog post. My post was supposed to be about cheating and the five things I learned while doing it (cheating). It is a long story and a very good one, which I will hopefully complete in the next few days, but, rather than surrender to procrastination or worse, perfectionism, I decided to wing it-Blog Style.

Look what I found while I was looking for that thing I couldn't find (the Word doc about cheating), electronic scraps that I don't remember writing, a part of the Project 575 that was supposed to ship a year ago-

The Unshipped Messages

575.1

defused sunshine

tiny buds on orchid's branch

a snail awakens

575.2

Ladybird landing

the duck eluding the drake

love blankets the earth

575.3

shadows lengthening

awakening sea of gold

earth's fascia alerts

575.4

to the sea's sunset

feminine set in motion

doe off her path

575.5

the back garden soil

spring eludes the two of us

a labor of love

575.6

uncovered earth

cats eying birds eying worms

lenten's plan emerging

575.7

the brink of spring's bliss

snow again covering the earth

purple shoots rise

575.8

the river flowing

swans cannot now remember

a hard winter's day

575.9

Our enriched soil

the wind resisting each shoot

narcissus rising

575.10

white and purple blooms

the earth launches her signal

crocus persists

575.11

an early greeting

the stretch of lush nothingness

lambs in a green field

575.12

warm glow of waking

plenty of day to wander

bird sings in the tree

575.13 ( for Earl)

in the bloom a breath

the question is the answer

creation exhales

Monday, November 1, 2010

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Friday, April 2, 2010

This is Just to Say-Revised

This is Just to Say


I have thrown

your papers

in the trash bin


the ones of which

you were probably most

proud


Forgive me

they were useless

so perfect

and so alive