Each month, write a new collection.
Building Blocksanswering an adin the paper fora draftsmanthey asked to drawa simple drawingof a truss bearingI rememberedmy drafting classin high schoolit have alwaysamazed me thasuch simple thingsas math andrepetitive tasks aresupposed to be hardrectangles, angles,geometry, and trig arelike playing with blocksyou place one blockon top of anotherone at a timedrawing a buildingis so simpleone look ata flat drawingand I can see thewhole buildingbuilt brick by brickin my mind no harderthan Lincoln logsand the blueprintsI has seenmy whole lifeand the houses Ihad seen builtgrowing upall the buildingsI went to with Dadapartments to mansionsI could now makewith pencil, triangle,and straight edgeand dream of housesgrowing from the groundtouching the sky
That's great man, and I love the structure you've set up for yourself here!
terrific. you (almost) make it sound easy. :-)
thank you Stephanie. practice, practice, practice.
Ha, I just saw all my typing mistakes. Note to self - maybe I should post in the morning when i wake up and not at 1 in the morning (but type in up then or I won't know what I wrote in the morning).
What sparked my interestAwed by a grand loom of weaving Engulfing body in colors of threadAnimating arms to pass weft and warfRange of motion exercise in fun.10 Dumbbell moves of 10 reps each Day in and boring day out,Can’t match the flow of living artThe draw of beloved task.Healing through art grabbed my attentionFinding tasks people want to doEngaged body and mind and heartA life opening to flower.So Therapy OccupationalWove art and health for meA journey twisted in weft and warfAn art colored with many lives.
That's great. It's going to build here! You're setting us up for the pain of the later days!
this got very strange.Not talking to anyone Tankas between me and my momThe queen of avoidanceMy mother knew how to hideShe locked herself in the bathroomWhen I was 13.That French maid scared me!I hate the way French verbs morph:Do I use ‘vous’ or ‘tu’ with the help?I hid. You dealt. Fine. What about Granddad’s wake?You tried to hide with browniesA neighbor made; you ran for it —Some nurse ate them all.The brownie theft: terrible.Your conversion to Judaism: worseGod is dumb; I don’t believe.The worst is: you do. Sorry Mom, I’m shyStill, I need people, God tooI don’t need either — you say thatBut you need me. True.
love the conversation, and the tankas
You drew me in
Yeah, I love this. You've captured some buried emotions in me and I think all of us.
Dear diary, I am SO sick of working in crappy restaurants. I thought the experience would get me closer to becoming a chef. It's not working out. Saw an ad in the paper today. Wal-Mart is building a store here. What the heck is a Wal-Mart? Anyway, it's full time, benefits, vacation... EVERYTHING this grease pit is lacking. I think tomorrow, I'll go down there and apply. It would be a good job til I get into a more professional restaurant. How long could it possibly take, right?
this worked for me. the ending is great.
Yeah, the ending really sets us up for some major irony!
Thanks molly. Very real
Yeah... my humble beginnings were pretty uneventful. But, never fear! I have accumulated 20 years of stories!
Ahh, the decisions we make. I'll do this for a small time, or this will lead to this, and it never turns out how we plan.