Archaeology
Discovery, elation
Disturbance, destruction
Racing against time, nature, thieves, and bureaucracy
To rescue the past for the future.
Friday, August 9, 2013
Archaeology -- a poem
I wrote this as the final assignment of an online archaeology course. It sums it up (for me) quite nicely.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
excerpt from Auntie Amanda's Book of Manners
“Your Auntie Amanda has invited you three for tea and snakes
this afternoon.
We jumped out of our chairs and ran a circle around the
table. “Yea!! We’re going to Auntie
Amanda’s for tea and cakes!”
Mother frowned slightly as she looked at the note. “Not tea and cakes. Tea and snakes.”
We three stopped dead to stare at Mother. Slowly, eyes and wide and mouths agape, we
turned to look at each other. “Yea!! We’re going to Auntie Amanda’s for tea and
snakes!” and ran ‘round the table some more.
Odd (and old) poetry bits
04/96
In a world of trouble,
In a world of strife,
Nothing bursts a happy bubble
Like just living life.
04/96
Bugs
Greenbugs blackbugs redbugs yellowbugs brownbugs
Purplebugs stripedbugs spotted bugs
Shimmerybugs summerybugs
Goodbugs badbugs otherbugs
Somebugs
Bugme.
04/96
Doorways open in
Or the open out.
Depends on which way
You're headed.
07/30/89
Shades of black and gray,
The only brightness –
Flashes of
lightning
Lighting my fears.
Fears that have no voice,
But they scream;
Fears that have no eyes,
But they
stare.
03/23/91
Tempestuous child –
Clouds fill
my mind like Thoughts;
Eyes of
Lightning flash;
Thunderstorms
of Tears;
Worlds
drown in the Deluge;
Cyclones
rampage in my Soul.
FB status 8/5/13
Silliness abides in my soul. Gloom is a ghost in the walls and doubt is bats in the attic. But whimsy is the fire on the hearth.
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