Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Man Shoots Television over Dancing With the Stars. So, apparently the Palins are waltzing their way to the White House.
A few minutes ago DA called me, in hysterics, because she’d just left a long message on someone’s answering machine about last night’s Dancing fiasco. And while she was doing so, a woman answered the phone, slightly out of breath and saying “I’m here! I just walked in,” only to find out it was a wrong number.
The message would have been something like this: Last night on Dancing with the Stars, when it came time to tally up the call-in votes – who will stay, who will leave the show – Bristol Palin remained in the dance. This announcement came as a shock to all, as contestant and viewer jaws dropped. It seems Bristol’s clumsy moves were glossed over and hyped up by hidden Sarah supporters. Mom attended most of the productions.
Oh, and there was at least one viewer opposed to her lasting as long on the show as she has – a Wisconsin man, angered at her inability to dance, went upstairs to get a gun, returned and shot his television.
The upshot? Could a Sarah as president win come in the same, unforeseen way? One consolation: somewhere, the recipient of a wrong number call is now party to the joke.
Monday, November 15, 2010
sweet reader, flanneled and tulled by Olena Kalytiak Davis : The Poetry Foundation [poem] : Find Poems and Poets. Discover Poetry.
From the Poetry Foundation~
sweet reader, flanneled and tulled
by Olena Kalytiak Davis
Friday, November 5, 2010
The post that got me there was this:
"My Son is Gay (post title)
Or he’s not. I don’t care. He is still my son. And he is 5. And I am his mother. And if you have a problem with anything mentioned above, I don’t want to know you.
I have gone back and forth on whether I wanted to post something more in-depth about my sweet boy and his choice of Halloween costume. Or more specifically, the reactions to it. I figure if I’m still irked by it a few days later, I may as well go ahead and post my thoughts.
Here are the facts that lead up to my rant:
- My son is 5 and goes to a church preschool.
- He has loved Scooby Doo since developing the ability and attention span to sit still long enough to watch it.
- Halloween is a holiday and its main focus is wearing a costume.
- My son’s school had the kids dress up, do a little parade, and then change out of costumes for the rest of the party.
- Boo’s best friend is a little girl
- Boo has an older sister
- Boo spends most of his time with me.
- I am a woman.
- I am Boo’s mother, not you."
To read more of this blog post :
In these days of bullying and working through gender identity, and hoping to find a common ground, I find it good to talk like this. Openly, and without fear. With faith that it will be okay in the end. That discovery is the key to many good things in life. That a little support along the way from loving people make all the difference in the world.
The Journal : http://www.davidrm.com/thejournal/tjresources-exercises.php#poetry
Poetic Asides: (for Poem A Day prompts): http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/
From 32 Poems: http://www.32poems.com/blog/815/poetry-prompts
From PoeWar: http://www.poewar.com/poetry-prompts/
Writing Forward: http://www.writingforward.com/category/prompts-2/poetry-prompts
From Tupelo Press: http://www.tupelopress.org/poetryproj.php
From Book of Kells: http://ofkells.blogspot.com/2008/04/30-writing-prompts-for-national-poetry.html
There are many more - these are just a few good ones~
It seems I spend so much time just looking at "stats," that is, my blog stats, my poetry submission stats, my Facebook stats. I mean really, how long does this really need to take? Okay, so some things are necessary, like upgrading to pro on my Flickr account, which I just did. Now there are more "stats" to keep track of.
But, the photo thing has helped keep my sanity somewhat tethered. I might not be writing poems, (though I am determined to write at least one today), I have been creating "eyepoems," as one friend put it. And why not? When my creativity isn't coming out in the form of words, then why not in color and textural image?
I like the word textural. It describes how I view the world around me. I love the grooves in tree bark, the skin of poppies, the taste of internal rhyme in the mouth.
Textural - Definition and More from the Free Merriam-Webster Dictionary
Definition of TEXTURE
So, I'll post some photos from Flickr, and get to the business of actually "writing" a poem. We'll see how I do~
And you? How are your poems coming? I'd love to hear what you're working on these days.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
by Jeffrey Harrison
It's a gift, this cloudless November morning
warm enough for you to walk without a jacket
along your favorite path. The rhythmic shushing
of your feet through fallen leaves should be
enough to quiet the mind, so it surprises you
when you catch yourself telling off your boss
for a decade of accumulated injustices,
all the things you've never said circling inside you.
It's the rising wind that pulls you out of it,
and you look up to see a cloud of leaves
swirling in sunlight, flickering against the blue
and rising above the treetops, as if the whole day
were sighing, Let it go, let it go,
for this moment at least, let it all go.
From Poets.org today~
Monday, November 1, 2010
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