- Lessons from Pre-Schoolers a delightful commentary on lessons adults could take from pre-schoolers.
Negotiating Death with Ivy Alvarez The fascinating international poet and author of Mortal is interviewed by Alec Patric for Verity LA
Friday, December 03, 2010
Recommended Reading
A couple of things I've read at other sites that I though were noteworthy.
Thoughts on Poets #6
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.
~ Pablo Neruda
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Thoughts on Poets #5
Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments.
The intervals are the tough things. ~Robert Frost
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Confession Tuesday - Stuffed Edition
Quickly…. I’ve much to do so let’s get started.
Dear Reader-
It’s been one week, one turkey, one Monday Night Football and one 4 day break from the office since my last confession.
I confess that I did not want to get up this morning in spite of the fact that I slept like a log last night. When I awoke the hear dog bladders calling and looked at the clock I wanted to stuff my head under the pillow and shut it all off. I didn’t though. There was the whole bladder thing and besides they start to get ravenous this time of morning.
It’s the time of year at the office when they start cranking up the heat before we arrive. I confess that I cannot understand why they think it is any more comfortable to bake in to bake in the office then be cold. This therefore is the time of year that I must go into the office and issue my “cranky” warning. I confess it is true that as the heat goes up, I’m a far less happy camper. At least I give disclosure.
I confess to cheating on baseball last night. I met my son and others at a bar to watch the 49ers football game. My Arizona daughter was at the game with her boyfriend and I confess to “Text-Trash –Talk” as the 49ers never had to look back in the game. Towards the end I asked them if they were having a good time which I suppose is a little like asking, “Other then that Mrs. Lincoln how did you like the play?”
So how was your week? Hope this next one is exceptional!
Dear Reader-
It’s been one week, one turkey, one Monday Night Football and one 4 day break from the office since my last confession.
I confess that I did not want to get up this morning in spite of the fact that I slept like a log last night. When I awoke the hear dog bladders calling and looked at the clock I wanted to stuff my head under the pillow and shut it all off. I didn’t though. There was the whole bladder thing and besides they start to get ravenous this time of morning.
It’s the time of year at the office when they start cranking up the heat before we arrive. I confess that I cannot understand why they think it is any more comfortable to bake in to bake in the office then be cold. This therefore is the time of year that I must go into the office and issue my “cranky” warning. I confess it is true that as the heat goes up, I’m a far less happy camper. At least I give disclosure.
I confess to cheating on baseball last night. I met my son and others at a bar to watch the 49ers football game. My Arizona daughter was at the game with her boyfriend and I confess to “Text-Trash –Talk” as the 49ers never had to look back in the game. Towards the end I asked them if they were having a good time which I suppose is a little like asking, “Other then that Mrs. Lincoln how did you like the play?”
So how was your week? Hope this next one is exceptional!
Monday, November 29, 2010
Thoughts on Poets #2
We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones
who write in words. ~ John Fowles
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