Monday, December 30, 2013

New Years Resolutions

Am I the only one whose list barely changes?

Friday, December 13, 2013


I've been reviewing old journals and pictures to help me get back into my childhood mind and memories, and work on a new series, some of which are here:

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Self Promotion

So I was listening to this coach talking today in the locker room at the Y.  She was telling these girls, "You have to value yourself.  You have to know yourself.  Like, if you were a present, all wrapped up for Christmas,
What would you be?
Who would want you?  Why?"

"Self promotion, she added, "is very important.
You have to know your worth."


You really don't think I am going to run away, do you?

Monday, November 25, 2013

Grade School Journal Entry

I love old journals.  This is my attempt to replicate an entry from 3rd grade--the handwriting esp..

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Sonnet 6

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:
Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place
With beauty's treasure, ere it be self-kill'd.
That use is not forbidden usury,
Which happies those that pay the willing loan;
That's for thyself to breed another thee,
Or ten times happier, be it ten for one;
Ten times thyself were happier than thou art,
If ten of thine ten times refigured thee:
Then what could death do, if thou shouldst depart,
Leaving thee living in posterity?
    Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair,
    To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Poetry Butcher of the World after Sandburg


Poetry Butcher of the World
Fool Maker, hacker, naysayer,
Flinger of magnetic curses,
Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action,
Bareheaded, sniveling, wrecking, berating,
Laughing, even as an ignorant fighter laughs,
Bragging and laughing,
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked,
sweating, proud to be Poetry Butcher of the World.

Monday, October 28, 2013

Yellow Creek

A Glossary of Dierdres, a poem-video produced by Didi Menendez

You can buy the poem as a poster and poem here:

Didi is so talented and amazing.  She takes poems and brings them to life.  You never know what she's going to think of next.  To read about her projects and submit--check out:

Monday, October 21, 2013

Thursday, October 17, 2013


And when it rains, it pours . . .

My latest not so good read--Gladwell's David and Goliath, which is so full of vast generalizations and half-believable arguments, it's bothering me.   On a day like today I have to find a better book . . .

Wednesday, October 16, 2013


Fall again . . .  and I can't complain except that it still feels like September.  And I seem to be writing the same poems over and over again.  Each time I think I will find the perfect fix . . .  
I am reminded of this 12 year old girl who lives on our street, and she rides her scooter up and down her driveway every day after school.  Back and forth, back and forth.   She never goes into the street with the other kids.  I sometimes feel like I am doing the same thing with my writing.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Yeats comic

When You Are Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Shakespeare Sonnet 6

Shakespeare, Sonnet 1

Shakespeare 56


Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might:
So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that, when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
Else call it winter, which being full of care
Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.

Sunday, July 28, 2013

The Union of Concerned Scientists Forum on Fracking

For more on the forum, click below:

I listened to the opening of this form that was so widely advertised in hopes that it would be informative.