Pacific Day |
Morning: I wake to the sound of crashing waves and strange wind-up-birds in trees("dad is that you on exercize equipment?"..."no son that is a bird"). The smell of sea is so thick that you can taste t...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Dec 2005 11:20:00 GMT |
any one lived in pretty how town (ann arbor now I remember you) |
anyone lived in a pretty how town(with up so floating many bells down)spring summer autumn winterhe sang his didn't he danced his didWomen and men(both little and small)cared for anyone not at allthey...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Sep 2005 21:36:00 GMT |
AAswarmArt : IRON DUMPSTER |
I thought that I would share that a team composed of Ben Lipkin and Myself represented in a serious fashion taking the title of IRON CHEF DUMPSTER ANN ARBOR.
team townie
We had two teams two me...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Jun 2005 10:54:00 GMT |
Morning in Ace Deuce-a poem? |
Train whistles blow,
while morning birds sing.
On my way to slumber,
For yet another day.
Let my dreams be my guide,
as I dodge those sun rays;
You can roam where you please,
wherever you ma...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Mar 2005 04:20:00 GMT |
My favorite poem |
We make ourselves
A place up high.
Behind light words
That tease and flout.
But oh the agitated heart,
till someone really finds us out.
Tis pity if the case require,
Was so we say that in ...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Oct 2004 23:43:00 GMT |
My philosopy of nursing |
The soul incarnates in order to perform certain tasks and learn certain lessons. The soul of the nurse incarnates in order to help people through transformative experiences. The nurse, through hands o...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Oct 2004 18:26:00 GMT |
