Tiny White Flowers
Friday, August 27, 2010
LOOK AT YOURSELF AFTER WATCHING THIS (Nick Vujicic)
What an amazing man -
truly inspiring and full of life. What if we all lived life this fully?
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
I did not suffer from such things -
our house was never that clean or tidy. Growing up with my grandparents I learned to live with stuff and dust. Both quite interesting at times.
On Poet's.org today:
Cleanliness is next to godliness
by Nin Andrews
Grandma always said.
Most days she met me at the screen door
with a feather duster
or our new Electrolux vacuum,
the hose sucking my blouse.
She said she liked her girls clean.
She said I was coated
with dog hairs, horse hairs,
and God only knows what all else.
Fixing me like a flower bouquet,
tucking in my blouse, fluffing my bangs
and adjusting my barrettes,
she'd stare me down just to let me know
I was allowed in only if she said so.
On Poet's.org today:
Cleanliness is next to godliness
by Nin Andrews
Grandma always said.
Most days she met me at the screen door
with a feather duster
or our new Electrolux vacuum,
the hose sucking my blouse.
She said she liked her girls clean.
She said I was coated
with dog hairs, horse hairs,
and God only knows what all else.
Fixing me like a flower bouquet,
tucking in my blouse, fluffing my bangs
and adjusting my barrettes,
she'd stare me down just to let me know
I was allowed in only if she said so.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Dream Poem
From Segue, Vol. 4, 2005:
--Ronda Broatch
Going Under
Rain outside.
Breath, a steady tide
beneath a red woolen sea.
I am towed below
each exhale an ocean/
sigh over sand:
Ah—hush, you breathe/say, stay
your reading/writing, slide
into the nether
world of surf. Explore
the depths of sleep, strange
reef of dreaming.
Three in the morning
is coral: touch it
and it cuts.
--Ronda Broatch
Monday, August 2, 2010
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