Turtles all the way down... |
Occasionally I write poetry, it's not the best and I have worked on this one for a while... nevertheless... Time,beyond my small conception,extends infinitely. On the farthest reaches, i...
Posted by on Thu, 15 May 2008 18:49:00 GMT |
Life Imitates Art |
There it was, a big black ugly line right through the middle of my painting. I paused looking at it... it seemed like a good idea when I put it there; now, I had no idea what to do next. Charlie, my ...
Posted by on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 12:29:00 GMT |
A bad day to wear sandles. |
CONTAINS GRAPHIC MATERIAL
"You gal's didn't pick a good day to wear sandles," said the deputy walking a step or two behind me. I am tiptoing through the back yard of a ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 17:46:00 GMT |
Camp |
So, I just returned from a church camp in Lone Star, Texas with about 15 of my church's third through sixth grade girls. I actually have no children, but I teach a f...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jul 2007 01:33:00 GMT |
Le Printemps |
I had to write a paper about Charles of Orleans in my college French Lit class. Really interesting person, he was the great grand son of Charles V and was captured at the battel of Agincourt and held ...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 13:32:00 GMT |
facing mortality |
The artfully displayed bodies at the Cadaver exhibit in Dallas' museum of natural science at first glance appear to be made of wax. I visited the exhibit this weekend. For those who have not heard o...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 08:36:00 GMT |
Deadlines |
I knew today was going to be interesting at about 6 a.m. I was running down my road on my usual morning jog listening to the radio on my mp3 player. I work at a local NPR station as a reporter so I of...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 11:31:00 GMT |
A day off! |
It's amazing how graciousness in any language sounds the same. I was at a Thai restaraunt in Shreveport (Mary's Thai restaurant on Youree Dr.) today and the food was wonderful. Before I left, I had th...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Mar 2007 16:56:00 GMT |
Correspondances |
Fleures du mal Correspondances La nature est un temple où de vivants piliers Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles L'homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles ...
Posted by on Sun, 04 Feb 2007 15:10:00 GMT |
Writers Block |
Paper Weightfalling into white...to be absorbed by banality.And vacant reality,like lead on a page, consigns it to its place. First post.... ever stared at a sheet of paper or blank screen ...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jan 2007 00:50:00 GMT |
