Tuesday, March 27, 2007
My Skirt
I like to call it Dogs Dogs Everywhere but Not a Hair in Sight.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Dreadful Dinner
It's nearing midnight and all the guests are gone . Wine glasses are laying everywhere .The place is so stuffy it feels like a sauna. You're exhausted and now you have to clean up . You feel like an ant that has to haul a giant caterpillar all by your self.
You go into the next room for a hope of a better scene. Instead of better, it's worse. The piano keys are strewn on the floor,springs are coming out of the couch,crayon on the walls,mud on the carpet,and your favorite thousand dollar kachina dolls destroyed. It looks like a tornado has come through the house.
You shake your head and say.
Why me?
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
My Pen
Monday, March 19, 2007
Stormy Weather
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
My favorite place to go
But my favorite place to go is somewhere quite discreet.
A place where quietness is slightly taunting .
The place feels enchanted,almost haunting.
It's a place where magic comes to life.
You may even see the Subtle Knife.
Sometimes a book will just leap off the shelves,that,of course, would be The Invisible Man.
Other times you can spot Invisible Stanley cooking an egg in a pan.
When you finally leave,
there will be a lot of books you'll have to heave.
Monday, March 5, 2007
Scout
Thursday, March 1, 2007
My Worst Memory
My Worst Memory
As I lay here with my mouth wide open I try to think of happy things. But I am overwhelmed by the artificial strawberry scent that fills my nostrils. Suddenly, I hear the dentist say, “Open your mouth wide like an alligator.” I feel like chomping down on his fingers as he descends his horrible hand into my mouth. I try to swallow but I can’t with my mouth wide open. I try to close my mouth but the dentist merely sticks his hand back in mouth. I feel and taste something being spread in my mouth. I see something silver flash through the air.
Just as I begin to hear the drill, the laughing gas goes into effect. I feel as though I am doing somersaults in the air. Nobody seems to notice as I fly through the window. The dentist merely jumps after me and continues to work on my teeth. Suddenly, I know exactly where I am and, for a moment, I think my cheek is swollen. My first urge is to start running around, but I am too tired. I just sank back down and fell asleep.