Month: May 2003
Word Search
Posted on May 10, 2003 in Words
I’ve set myself the task of writing down forty words each day on five index cards for the next ten to twenty days.
I’m Talented, I’m Republican, and I Won the Swimsuit Contest, too
Posted on May 10, 2003 in Crosstalk Folly Watch
How sad that they make the price of a woman’s activism contempt for her looks if they don’t toe the party line.
Attempted Poetry
Posted on May 10, 2003 in Crosstalk Quizzes Whimsies
I shall rest easy tonight knowing that my writer friends will not be replaced by machines at any time soon
Redwood Forest
Posted on May 9, 2003 in Book of Days Prose Arcana
Not even the rain has as small hands as a premonition.
Some say….
Posted on May 9, 2003 in Blogging
I write about both of them because if I don’t, the one dark angel will silence the other and there will be no light.
Grinning Cheshirely
Posted on May 9, 2003 in Cats Crosstalk Quizzes
But when you need them, cats are there with an impertinent bit of advice or an observation which will have you thinking from the back side of your brain, your eyes staring at the inside of your skull and noticing that it’s criss-crossed with craters and cracks like the moon.
Backbone
Posted on May 9, 2003 in Courage & Activism Crosstalk The InterNet
Those who have stood up to those they don’t agree with have no idea of the pain and the price you pay for standing up to those who are your friends and allies in the struggle against oppression.
Baghdad Museum Project
Posted on May 9, 2003 in Culture Pointers
Will Ashcroft seek warrants to search the houses of the millionaires who are part of the market for these relics?
Snow Fall
Posted on May 8, 2003 in Book of Days North Carolina Weather
Three days of enclosure started my heart to strum a dull, jabbing beat on my rib cage. My legs protested “We want to move!” Thus, I came to the moment when I knew I could not sit through another minute of that listless white noise.
Dream
Posted on May 8, 2003 in Dreams
Lynn and I are helping a fortyish woman who has seldom been outside of her house. Many years ago, she came out and was frightened by a group of toreadors. Today, we’re taking her to the dentist. Some bullfighters are practising. She climbs into a large blue bag which others who are helping her zip up. They give us directions to a special center. Lynn and I push a dolly with a pair of white suitcases through a long, semi-circular arcade. A madwoman on a bicycle chatters at us and nearly runs us over. We walk past the place we’re supposed to meet the others — it’s in an old public school built for the baby boom — but one of our companions calls to us. I wheel the suitcases over, but stop when I see a long, tan rattlesnake in the dry grass. I call to the people in the building. They come out and look at it. One of them spreads dry grass over it so that it will be quiet. Lynn comes walking up and puts her foot almost on it. I wake up screaming “Lynn! You’re going to step on it!“
Halo Lights
Posted on May 7, 2003 in Cafes
They glow off the maroon streaks in the hair of a girl with dark brown hair; they glow off the tall barriste with short monkey hair, big ears, acne on his chin, and an annoying silver ring in his lip.
The Land of Cancer
Posted on May 7, 2003 in Book of Days North Carolina
It was an alien place for a California bred in the lands of aqueducts, tract houses, and earnest, frequent waterings of the front lawns….
