Take me away...into the wild blue... |
I really hate writing blogs....hate hate hate doing it....but for some odd reason I continue to write them, for no real reason at all except...I occasionally need to spill my guts. Whoever came ...
Posted by Sarah Marie Dunsworth on Mon, 20 Feb 2006 08:49:00 PST |
I just wanted to say... |
That Ken and I have been together for 6 months today...and I couldn't be more in love with him.
Posted by Sarah Marie Dunsworth on Mon, 09 Jan 2006 04:01:00 PST |
I'm here. |
It's been a while since I last blogged...sorry.I've been very busy with school, and i've had very little time to do anything else- I'm in the middle of writing a paper on the nervous system at the mom...
Posted by Sarah Marie Dunsworth on Mon, 03 Oct 2005 02:58:00 PST |
A little bit of ranting... : ) |
For the Cruel People of This World1. Stop hurting people. If you are bitter...let it go. There is no reason to hold onto the past when you cannot change it..2. Causing someone else pain, e...
Posted by Sarah Marie Dunsworth on Mon, 05 Sep 2005 02:01:00 PST |
Us and the open road... |
We flew down that dusty stretch of country road until I begged you to slow down. Summer was in the air.You gave me that cocky grin as you accelerated;I loved that smile.You sang with the radio, ...
Posted by Sarah Marie Dunsworth on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Oh, well, you know.... |
[YOU]Current date: july 28
Time started: 10:14
Full Name: Sarah Marie D.
Nickname: Sar, Sar-Mar,Sadie,Sade,Pablo Juan Hernandez, Fiddle, Martha,...and it goes on...
Single or Taken: Taken.
If Ta...
Posted by Sarah Marie Dunsworth on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Introduction to Poetry- Billy Collins |
I ask them to take a poemand hold it up to the lightlike a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poemand watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's rooman...
Posted by Sarah Marie Dunsworth on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Selecting A Reader- Ted Kooser |
First, I would have her be beautiful,and walking carefully up on my poetryat the loneliest moment of an afternoon,her hair still damp at the neckfrom washing it. She should be wearinga raincoat, an ol...
Posted by Sarah Marie Dunsworth on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
The Summer I Was Sixteen- Geraldine Connolly |
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us,its slide a silver afterthought down whichwe plunged, screaming, into a mirage of bubbles.We did not exist beyond the gaze of a boy.
Shaking water off our limbs, ...
Posted by Sarah Marie Dunsworth on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Not Bad, Dad, Not Bad- Jan Heller Levi |
I think you are most yourself when you are swimming; slicing the water with each stroke, the funny way you breathe, your mouth cocked as though you're yawning. You're neither fantastic nor miserable a...
Posted by Sarah Marie Dunsworth on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
