Thursday, November 21, 2013

Toby Hemenway - How Permaculture Can Save Humanity and the Earth, but No...

The Grammar Lesson by Steve Kowit

The Grammar Lesson A noun's a thing. A verb's the thing it does. An adjective is what describes the noun. In "The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz" of and with are prepositions. The's an article, a can's a noun, a noun's a thing. A verb's the thing it does. A can can roll - or not. What isn't was or might be, might meaning not yet known. "Our can of beets is filled with purple fuzz" is present tense. While words like our and us are pronouns - i.e. it is moldy, they are icky brown. A noun's a thing; a verb's the thing it does. Is is a helping verb. It helps because filled isn't a full verb. Can's what our owns in "Our can of beets is filled with purple fuzz." See? There's almost nothing to it. Just memorize these rules...or write them down! A noun's a thing, a verb's the thing it does. The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz. Steve Kowit

Monday, November 18, 2013

Alice's Membrane

Red and White
striped umbrella
picnic table of the gods
millions of tiny people
slide into the aether
each movement collides
tugs the membrane
a web of conscious energy
hand in hand
dancing about
the rocket ship
made of dancing people
each cell
a being within a being
the long winded pompous ass
glaring lights
the umbrella spins
sharp pain
bodies spin with the umbrella
tea or coffee
chocolate please

Sunday, November 17, 2013

a motto

Travel farther Eat well Drink deeply Dance together Dance alone Live big Love often Life sustenance

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Butterfly's Kiss

A butterfly's kiss is a terrible beauty to behold.
When the heat has abated.

A truthful lovers kiss
passed and forgotten
till now...

A gentile touch
a soul arriving
kissed through the skin.

A quickening
truth dawns while the lover is gone
a new existences origin.

The cycle begins anew.

The butterfly lays its eggs
full of souls to be.
Hatch the caterpillars do
to eat
to ponder the life
the future body they will hold.

Fat satiated and contemplative
each a chrysalis to weave
metamorphosis begins.

Within its bed it will think again of life
to begin anew in search of fertile female
to bestow its soul.

Dedicated to Robin.

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

I think, at a child's birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift should be curiosity.

-Eleanor Roosevelt

Oh the irony.  This quote opened my blog. I started this blog around the time my son was conceived.  Well I guess I gave my son curiosity in droves. On top of that he has a drive to do it himself unlike the majority of children that I have know. For a three almost four year old he is as curious as if not more curious than Curious George and as independent as George too.

He has such tenacity to live and strangely it seems that he has no fear. I guess that that is understandable,  as many times as he died and came back to life.

As his mother I wish to help him grow into a strong independent adult,  however I have no idea how to do this while still encouraging his language development. I'm told that his independence is hindering his communication because he is such a go getter.  It feels like to encourage his sucessful development I have to break his desire to learn and stifull his curious nature.

I'm at a loss.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Helpless and Trying

For all those people out there that suffer from post surgery depression and are trying to heal. 

Today is one of those days
tears stream down my face
though I don’t know why
my self seeming insignificant
death my waking thought
pain is so much less now
but I am helpless useless
I am surrounded by chaos
entropic disarray surrounds
bit by bit it will be cleaned
piece by piece I will win
day by day I will concur
this disaster that is my home
laundry that never ends
dishes that keep getting dirty
floors that are tracked filthy
trapped in bed
five minutes out at a time
the chaos envelopes
the dirt suffocates
when mom is down
the house falls to shreds
my son with my mother
medication that makes me
the stream of thoughts dark
Disney and Christmas music
trying to create levity
vent to paper stream of consciousness
dashed the hopes
keep loving my self
remember to breath and smile
put on the lovely mask
hold on to the gratitude
you will get well
life will go back to normal soon...