junk this

The polar bear, a radioactive turn signal, and another bohemian rattlesnake are what made America great!
If an inferiority complex throws the crane at the chess board about a tuba player, then a tabloid gets stinking drunk. A slow diskette usually knows some pit viper over the vacuum cleaner.


Tim's right they are bueatiful

seasons

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

To all things there is an appointed time, and a time to
everie purpose under the heaven.
A time to be borne, and a time to dye: a time to plant, and
a time to plucke up that, which is planted.
A time to slay, and a time to heale: a time to breake
downe, and a time to buylde.
A time to wepe, and a time to laugh: a time to mourne, and
a time to dance.
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones: a
time to embrace, and a time to be farre from embracing.
A time to seke, and a time to lose: a time to kepe, and a
time to cast away.
A time to rent, and a time to sowe: a time to kepe
silence, and a time to speake.
A time to love, and a time to hate: a time of warre. And a
time of peace

Superman Me

Kryptonite

Lois liked to see the bullets bounce
off Superman's chest, and of course
she was proud when he leaned into
a locomotive and saved the crippled
orphan who had fallen on the tracks.

Yet on those long nights when he was
readjusting longitude or destroying
a meteor headed right for some nun,
Lois considered carrying just a smidgen
of kryptonite in her purse or at least
making a tincture to dab behind her ears.

She pictured his knees giving way,
the color draining from his cheeks.
He'd lie on the couch like a guy with
the flu, too weak to paint the front
porch or take out the garbage. She
could peek down his tights or draw
on his cheek with a ball point. She
might even muss his hair and slap
him around.

"Hey, what'd I do?" he'd croak just
like a regular boyfriend. At last.

my friday just got better

the smoke rises higher as
the giant leaves float down slower
the people you and i know unite
the eyes grow brighter
as the night grows colder
thank you williams for the awarkdness and
and the squeaker joke at the end
that made it all worth it...

What She Actually Felt

I love poems from the other view. the writer's almanac greets me each day in the morning clamoring on about famous folks in literature and these lovely poems.


Cinderella's Diary

I miss my stepmother. What a thing to say
but it's true. The prince is so boring: four
hours to dress and then the cheering throngs.
Again. The page who holds the door is cute
enough to eat. Where is he once Mr. Charming
kisses my forehead goodnight?

Every morning I gaze out a casement window
at the hunters, dark men with blood on their
boots who joke and mount, their black trousers
straining, rough beards, callused hands, selfish,
abrupt ...

Oh, dear diary—I am lost in ever after:
Those insufferable birds, someone in every
room with a lute, the queen calling me to look
at another painting of her son, this time
holding the transparent slipper I wish
I'd never seen

Comfort

I made a shelf yesterday. I put two brackets up and put a shelf of colorful pansies up. My cat hasn’t destroyed it yet, but sneakily lurks around it like a captive after food. I have felt more isolated lately. It’wierd becuase my boss said my co-workers should isolate me so I can get more work done, but truely I am inspired and energized by poeple.
Focus on the family makes a college magazine called Boundless that I like most of. Some of it is much to “do this and your life will be wonderful” advice, but today they had an article by two 17 year old twins that have their own conferences and go around encouraging teenagers to do great things and think about their life responsibly. I think this is great. I just think about all the wasted oppertunities I had growing where i was to timid to make a difference or reachout to people because i was to self conscience and shy. I still struggle with that.
Sometimes I feel like I don’t believe enough in anything to fight with my life for it... except the love of other poeple and the strong passionate sacrificial love of God, which keeps me going daily. I miss hearing the sweet words “sweet abadonment” and being around poeple who belive and live it. They reach out thinking only of the other persons comfort

How do you live??

by Charles Harper Webb

How to Live

"I don't know how to live."
–Sharon Olds

Eat lots of steak and salmon and Thai curry and mu shu
pork and fresh green beans and baked potatoes
and fresh strawberries with vanilla ice cream.
Kick-box three days a week. Stay strong and lean.
Go fly-fishing every chance you get, with friends

who'll teach you secrets of the stream. Play guitar
in a rock band. Read Dostoyevsky, Whitman, Kafka,
Shakespeare, Twain. Collect Uncle Scrooge comics.
See Peckinpah's Straw Dogs, and everything Monty Python made.
Love freely. Treat ex-partners as kindly

as you can. Wish them as well as you're able.
Snorkel with moray eels and yellow tangs. Watch
spinner dolphins earn their name as your panga slam-
bams over glittering seas. Try not to lie; it sours
the soul. But being a patsy sours it too. If you cause

a car wreck, and aren't hurt, but someone is, apologize
silently. Learn from your mistake. Walk gratefully
away. Let your insurance handle it. Never drive drunk.
Don't be a drunk, or any kind of "aholic." It's bad
English, and bad news. Don't berate yourself. If you lose

a game or prize you've earned, remember the winners
history forgets. Remember them if you do win. Enjoy
success. Have kids if you want and can afford them,
but don't make them your reason-to-be. Spare them that
misery. Take them to the beach. Mail order sea

monkeys once in your life. Give someone the full-on
ass-kicking he (or she) has earned. Keep a box turtle
in good heath for twenty years. If you get sick, don't thrive
on suffering. There's nothing noble about pain. Die
if you need to, the best way you can. (You define best.)

Go to church if it helps you. Grow tomatoes to put store-
bought in perspective. Listen to Elvis and Bach. Unless
you're tone deaf, own Perlman's "Meditation from Thais."
Don't look for hidden meanings in a cardinal's song.
Don't think TV characters talk to you; that's crazy.

Don't be too sane. Work hard. Loaf easily. Have good
friends, and be good to them. Be immoderate
in moderation. Spend little time anesthetized. Dive
the Great Barrier Reef. Don't touch the coral. Watch
for sea snakes. Smile for the camera. Don't say "Cheese."




This is how every American should live per NPR.

GK

The Marriage-Bed

for Eva

The marriage-bed is the center of happiness,
a point from which all things ripple outward,
a nest from which all things learn to fly.
It is the sign of return, part of the great rhythm
of the seasons and of the years.
It is the dream of return, the strength and faith
that sing of home.
It is the wren's nest woven of twigs and string,
the swallow's nest of saliva and mud.
It is what we return to, as migratory birds
passing over marshes and fields
dream of the end of the journey.
It is what frightens night-devils away,
even in winter.
It is the tree that grows through the house,
the hollow of the tree that has never known death.
It is the crystal of all feeling, the flower of all
understanding, the small containing the large.
It is the nautilus growing its many chambers of love.
It is the sudden outburst of one who has long been silent.
It is the idea that a calla lily can be shaped
like a wineglass on a long green stem.
It is the heart-stone.
It is the name of all names
that thinks it is a star and a rose.
It is a conch-shell rough on the outside,
pearly in its intimacy.
It is a snail rolling over and over
building a staircase.
It is an animal, an almond, a repose.
It is an oyster opening in the full of the moon.
It is a mouth telling a secret.
It is a kiln where clay battles fire.
It is the simple happiness of sleeping on a boat.
These are the walls we've pressed back into a circle
in the shape of our merged bodies
And it will take a long time for the waves
spreading from the center of our intimacy
to reach the ends of the world


Another Bueaty, I love Garreson Keillor....