Thursday, March 1, 2012
Ane's Day
When I dream, she is not far behind.
She loved animals, not more than, but the same as her fellow humans.
She was not afraid of animals. She would walk right up to them and reach out.
If she met you for the first time, she would find out what pets you had. If she found a cat or kitten, watch out, she would make sure you stayed within the taking care of animals the right way line. No choice.
If she had not had health problems we had thought we would send her to vet school. Maybe she would have been the first female horse whisperer. Buck Brannaman would have gotten along great with her.
Happy Birthday Anelisa. Today is 26 years of my love for you.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
getSparked 15
Here you will find Michael Baca and my work-
Response
and
Inspirational
or vise versa...
Come over and check out all the work!
I totally enjoy working with the artist, composers and photographers on this project. Thanks to Amy Souza for bringing it to us!
Response
and
Inspirational
or vise versa...
Come over and check out all the work!
I totally enjoy working with the artist, composers and photographers on this project. Thanks to Amy Souza for bringing it to us!
A Sneak Peak
Not sure if I have ever mentioned it
but I love 'Sharp Teeth'
by Toby Barlow
it is a free verse novel
he has received many praises by his peers
for Spark 15
I have written my own
free verse piece
for Michael Baca's drawing (a piece of it above)
my inspirational piece
he has a thing for eyes
windows into the soul
here is a sneak peak of my response piece
you just don't know
if it is beginning, middle, or end
...
to her puzzlement
Doctor Sweet reluctantly replied
“We have a new neighbor next door”
he stopped, and leaned into the counter
with a funny smile
under his funny mustache
his hand reached over and scooped out chocolates
sprinkled stars popped right in his mouth
continuing with a smacking sound
"Ms. Plume has rented space- she is
a Papier"
It’s plum ridiculous!”
scowling
he then offered Erin a sweet treat
but as quickly as his hand reached out
he dropped it back neatly
into its compact jar
Paper?
she thought
who has money for such frills
the time had come for her release
she began hatching a plan
each following day
when it had been promised
again she would sweep, mop, and wipe
no matter how much anticipation and mystery dominate
there were dreams of helping poor Ms. Plume
alleviate and open at least one
those finely crafted
and smelly boxes
a few rock candies
made their way into her pocket
with a day’s dust and lent
to soften her father’s blow
and on that night
giving him no troubles with chores, dinner, and homework
and bed
finding sleep would be easy
it meant rising to begin anew
which Erin found hardest
bones and muscles throughout the body were taking on life of their own
oh how they ached and moaned!
...
I'm excited
to put the whole piece up later today
for now
I will try and sleep
damn insomnia
but work is good on all accounts.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Fire In The Sky
I'm getting used to waking up early these days. Because the first thing I see is this. I have a small opening at the top of the shades, and after a certain time writing and web surfing I look up to see what the sky will say.
Today it says 'On Fire'. So I go back to my writing till I hear hubs alarm go off and we have to get going for the day. It's peaceful. Embrace this alone time it says.
My son did not come this past week. He decided to stay longer in Asia, and is having too much fun avoiding responsibilities. What can we do, he is grown in age and body, but the mind is not so there yet.
My writing is going well. Working on new website and other stuff. Work is going well. So busy I almost don't have time to post on any site. I am hoping to have others do the writing on Z-composition sites. Waiting, and have three or four coming.
We've been cooking, but not taking so much pictures for posts. I don't want to let that one go, but will not post as often. Even Jessie Carty has been so busy, she is not doing Make Friday Write the past two weeks. Busy lives. Glad you are all doing well. I'll always be here every now and again. But speaking of writing...
There's Fire In The Sky
And I’m running late
written words float upward
in coffee clouds
rushing me and the devil
side by side
his smoke never settles
mystical books and bible promises
your soul or mine
morning comes too early these days
it's still dark but then a fire builds
in the morning, in
the morning
see it rain down
through winters cold
hard branches snap and sway
on eyes sight
shrieks of eagles, crying
in the morning, in the
morning has it
on chief authority
we have missed our ride.
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