Daily Archives: September 30, 2009

The Autobiography of Murray the Fart is hilarious.  Just Mow the Lawn could become on of the many excuses my son would use not to cut the grass.  The concrete poems told a story with words and shape. The poem’s shape … Continue reading →

Words. I see beauty in words. I remember the first time I played Milton-Bradley’s Hangman with my cousin and our older teenage cousin, Jeff, was watching. The game came with a word list. I started to choose a word but switched it to … Continue reading →

  So much depends upon your late August arrival whispering summer’s end cool night breezes  rich autumn colors broken web, autumn is here

I am not sure what pages we were to read for last week’s class or this week’s class. I am enjoying the book and have read ahead. I am digging in the Toolbox now.  You can approach the act of … Continue reading →