.10, The Unfading Beauty |
If the poems were not so hopeless,The scenery is generally beautiful.The fire was sinking and the room glows a dark red.She fixes her gaze on the box placed against the eastern wall.Tubes flare and di...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 14:32:00 GMT |
. 9 The Diner |
Sitting at my solitary table, the chorus of human voices made me insane with their loudness. It definitely smelled like Sunday."What the devil do the neighbours say when they see your dirty unde...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 14:22:00 GMT |
writing assignment .8, Gifted |
I sit quietly in my chair,
a happy sort of bunny,
paddling out to sea in a huge spangley lemon used as a makeshift canoe.
Just try to hear the little purr of the cogs in my head....
Posted by on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 19:28:00 GMT |
writing assignment .7, 75% water |
Strangers win the Nobel Prize in Literature.
They just wait outside theatres and restaurants, falling down asleep when they get tired.
The product of many years of growing up in watertight compartment...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 19:22:00 GMT |
i'm a slacker |
Sorry to all my readers that i've been slacking on this blog thing. I'm lazy, what can i say. So here are some choice quotes from the kids:"Yo! Have you ever been to a Tim Horton's on a Sa...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 21:22:00 GMT |
kids aren't funny |
man, kids are soooo funny!!! i'm going to have such a hard time not busting a gut in the middle of class..........oh man, i'm so fired. This morning i was talking to a group of grade nines about...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Nov 2006 14:19:00 GMT |
writing assignment .6 |
"Mr. Snowman" He suffers from headaches as the headlights of cars accidentally slide fanning slits of light over the walls and ceiling, so deeply involved in self-pity that at first his mind won't fo...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 01:21:00 GMT |
writing assignment .5 |
"Lead by the Proper Example"I comb my hair with an ice cream scoopI do my laundry in your poolI drop the kids off at school in a shopping cartI sleep in the recycling boxI exercise ...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 14:27:00 GMT |
writing .4 The Answer |
It became difficult to read. His wrists were so exhausted they could barely support his hands, while searching for a hint of an explanation.Speeding through sunlight on his wishing carpet, he be...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Nov 2006 20:56:00 GMT |
greasy .2 |
"Greasy"
Hypnotized by the buzz-buzzing in Gabe's car, I realize that no matter where you go, you are surrounded by pictures. Have you ever been to the Swim and Tan motel in South D...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Nov 2006 21:41:00 GMT |
