Wednesday, October 26, 2005
SNOW!
It snowed last night. This was the first time Wendall has ever seen snow falling from the sky. He saw the snow through the windshield of the car and said "Is that snow?". He was so happy when we said that it was. It is mostly gone now, but we have promised it will return.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Rosa Parks
Rosa
by Rita Dove
How she sat there,
the time right inside a place
so wrong it was ready.
That trim name with
its dream of a bench
to rest on. Her sensible coat.
Doing nothing was the doing:
the clean flame of her gaze
carved by a camera flash.
How she stood up
when they bent down to retrieve
her purse. That courtesy.
"Rosa" from On the Bus With Rosa Parks, W. W. Norton & Co., © 1999 by Rita Dove. Used by permission of the author. All rights reserved.
by Rita Dove
How she sat there,
the time right inside a place
so wrong it was ready.
That trim name with
its dream of a bench
to rest on. Her sensible coat.
Doing nothing was the doing:
the clean flame of her gaze
carved by a camera flash.
How she stood up
when they bent down to retrieve
her purse. That courtesy.
"Rosa" from On the Bus With Rosa Parks, W. W. Norton & Co., © 1999 by Rita Dove. Used by permission of the author. All rights reserved.
Ah, New York, I missed you
Breathe in the White Castley Goodness
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Washing the Tent
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Thursday, October 13, 2005
The Little Prince
Monday, October 03, 2005
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