From: Mom
Subject: family picture
Date: May 1, 2008 10:21:19 PM EDT
Attachments: SophiaandDonovan.JPG

you can just see the top of one of the babies' head between mom and dad

Blanket Burrito

ghost face

Banana

papermachecrossword

Running
palm reader
Reading
furnish upon
the Canterbury tales

Well did you Uncle!!!

Vamoose!

the ranch pest
intrinsically
"Listen up!"

Ending with soft
light

23
25

28
29

3132

34

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37
40

42

The Modern (Sonnet)

With the advent of free verse, the sonnet
came to be seen as somewhat o
ld-fashioned and fell out of use for a t
ime among some schools of po

ets. How
ever, a number of 20th-century poets, includin
g Wilfred Ow
en, John Berryman,

Edwin Morgan, Robert Frost, Edna
St. Vincent Millay, E.E. Cummings, Jorge Luis Bor
ges, Pablo Neruda, Joan Brossa, Rainer Maria
Rilke, and Seamus Heaney continued to use the for

m. The advent of the New Formalism movement
in the U.S. has also contributed to contemporary interest in the sonnet.

Dad movie review #2

From: Dad
Subject: Re: Loretta
Date: March 8, 2008 10:09:43 PM EST
To: Katie

went to see "Vantage Point" tonite with Tony and Andrea
whoooooweee
packed with action!!

and I thought car chases were a thing of the past....
this one contains a real doozy.
I imagine they actually destroyed 2 dozen suzukis making it
and dennis quaide hops out after the final smash
and runs down the street;; what a guy!!

reflection

This is Poetry.

His Tree Her

He went to the window and saw them: men, three of them, in orange vests and protective hats and shoes. He saw the slices of her there. One of the men was about to make another cut, so the better part of her would fit in the bed. The other two were gathering her remnants. They grasped her thin limbs and dragged them across the pavement and tossed them, one on top of another. Her lifeless limbs seemed to shake with fright when they fell. He walked closer to the window, looked down, and saw the last of her. Thirty-three rings, one for each year. He remembered what the landlord said. He woke from the chainsaw sound.

Stepping on wet blocks

Dog Lifts
into a Hatch back

The Scholar Smiles
a baseballcap brim

Pass on Len-roc
A longhaired song

As Long as the rain
sad to be gone

47º, walking uphill

melting under feet - sweating under scarf
melting under feet - sweating under scarf
melting under feet - sweating under scarf
skin so dry - cracking - bleeding - itching - flaking
melting under feet - sweating under scarf
shins so sore - awakening - straining - walking - hurting
melting under feet - sweating under scarf
eyes so tired - squinting - blinking - searching - sleeping
melting under feet - sweating under scarf
melting under feet - sweating under scarf
melting under feet - sweating under scarf
sky so blue - sky so blue - sky so blue
sky so blue - ue - blue - ue
snow so white - snow so white - snow so white
so fucking white - ite
mud so brown - mud so brown - mud so brown
brow - ow - n

Understand

8:35pm

BLIND ON BUS

asleep, I roll and shake. could read a book on this thing, if not for the nausea. apple saved for later in coat pocket, half-finished film in luggage above my head. I'm dozing to beautiful drum beats, hood up. now we're jolting off the highway, turning down streets to the station. chocolate for dinner still on my tongue; I start to wake up, but open my eyes only to darkness, a few blobs of dark reds and grays. buttery mutating warmth; my sense is gone. sweat pills on my forehead and in my palms - my greatest fear realized - film finished above my head.

Dreaming of my Ancestors

Danes on Trains

Degree Project: Work In Progress...

Move like a Flow,
Sheets on a clothes
Line, Lost in the Ghosts
Lost from the Line

Freely Reigning
You are Red
You are Mine

The Touch You Change in your Reign
a Neon against the White
Lights Line the bleak Road
You set to Quick, a Stone

Red Stripes on a Blue Horizon