February 9th 2013 “Tattoos are a right of passage. They’re a marker of bravery, of maturity, of cultural acceptance. The tattoo represents not only a willingness to accept pain - to endure it - but a need to actively embrace it. Because life is painful - beautiful but painful…….” ― Nicola Barker, The Yips The … Continue reading Pain Medication
A Cool Breeze
A cool breeze snuck through my window this morning. It tickled my nose and made me sneeze. Is that the beginning of fall? Its almost been over a year since I returned from Europe, my suitcases are tucked away. The baggage claim tags are still there, but its again time to wrap up in cotton … Continue reading A Cool Breeze
First Day of Class
I remember standing in the hallway with the group of students who were to be in my class for the coming semester. I hadn’t said a word while all of the students chattered and rambled on about the first days of school, each class met once a week, I taught four classes. That first day, … Continue reading First Day of Class
Grip
Their stories and scars, the things they grasp. All rough and worn, but strong. Everyone has them they come in pairs But these ones, are special. I love to watch them in action, I often stare. Or sneak a peak when no one is there. They dance on keys and caress horsehair strings. A kind … Continue reading Grip
Let’s Play
Let’s play! Like puppies in a basket Or actors on a stage I just wanna play with you. You scrutinize and stare As the famished lion watches his prey A longing hunger growls thick inside Watching her free and innocent steps With hard, squinted, aching eyes. Beautiful, and tender bouncing before him It pains him … Continue reading Let’s Play
Lachen Verboten
Lachen Verboden – Eine Analyse zweier Filmen Die Rolle des Lachens und Humor in dem neuen deutschen Film Deutschland ist nicht für seine humoristischen Filme bekannt. Der zweite Weltkrieg hat einen großen Dämpfer auf die Stimme im deutschen Film erzeugt und die Spuren davon, tauchen heute noch in Form von einer Schwierigkeit zu lachen oder … Continue reading Lachen Verboten
The Storm Horse
The wind howled against the windowpanes. His hooves pounded against her chest. Each step rattled the earth, shook her soul. He thundered up the hill, nostrils flared, Short, labored breath. They charged across powdery landscape. It moved with them. They were one, plowing through Snowdrifts and muddy cow-trails. Speckled brown and white, Fleabitten grey Fuzzy, coat … Continue reading The Storm Horse
Guardian Angel
My pint-sized angel packaged in silky down Overseeing my petty childish steps Is my guardian angel, and my childhood pet. Though sadly I paid no heed To my little white winged guardian Cooing and beckoning for warm affection So occasionally I stopped And those snowy feathers my Lilliputian hands gathered up And there he perched … Continue reading Guardian Angel
Ear Tags
Big brown eyes shaded with long eyelashes blinked up at me. Jerad had the calf squished tight between his knees, a rope around its neck. A warm breeze fought against the cool morning dew. I had prepared the ear tag device, written the number 120, shoved it into the metal contraption with a large needle … Continue reading Ear Tags
Wildflower
Wildflower – she is a wildflower When the soft wind blows and the coyote cries Where the harsh sky howls and the angels don’t fly A pale tumbleweed rolls by, The crack of thunder moans And the dirt flies. That’s when she comes, she’s a wildflower Landing where the wind plants her seed, Thriving in … Continue reading Wildflower
Poesie Sans, Souci 