26 November 2010

No, This Doesn't Have a Title

Yesterday I was feeling terribly down; my friends and I were feeling low and then I got a phone call that was quite depressing, and then a raven landed next to me as I walked down Shop Street.
Today wasn't great but after school I walked to town with my friend and we had a nice talk and then we saw the sweetest little black cat and stroked her (she was silky soft).
Then, about twenty minuets ago DD came inside, opened the curtain, and turned off the light. It was snowing! Not even December yet and it was snowing!
I love snow.

24 November 2010

What Makes Red

Just a little word to say that I have been busy with school and friends and family...issues (since early October...will I be glad when it all smooths out...if it ever does).
Anyway, long story short, hopefully the new year will bring more posts but I hardly expect much, this school year is an important one for me (not that its importance will make me any more likely to study etc., but...).
So, I will just say one more thing: Yesterday a girl in my Art class asked how to make red paint. As if that isn't silly enough, someone told her to mix yellow and orange.

08 November 2010


Oh, one would wish for snow
in a country where it does not fall
one would wish for skidding ice
and even not mind a fall
one would wish for snow-covered scenes
but as for I, I wish for snow not at all

 This us a lie actually, I really do wish  for snow, it is rare in the west of Ireland.

07 November 2010


tea is a marvellous drink
if made properly at all
and toes are marvellous digits
to help one stand very tall
tops are marvellous things to wear
if one can't afford a shawl
but ten is a marvellous number,
the most marvellous number of all.

06 November 2010

Upriver, Uptown

sail the boat against the flow
sit in the yard you don't mow
watch the flock of screeching crows
watch the children walking slow
wait for nightfall over snow
wait for wife to cook the dough
listen for the whistle blow
audience laughing at the show
wait for bugs that lose their glow
above the river that is low
think how it was long ago
and cry from the awful woe
the river, the river, is too low
and fireflies have lost their glow.
It's over, don't you know,
when the crops cease to grow.

04 November 2010


Howls break through the mist
the moon is full and grim
claws pad along with fists
in a parade of hairy limbs
Human and wolf coexist

03 November 2010


xenophoia is the fear of strangers
you might think that they shout danger
but if you do you are deranged

Yes, I know it's bad. ;)

02 November 2010

Last night I was up until one reading Jane Eyre (and it was stormy out...so perfect!). Then I arose at six and went to school. From school I went home, did my homework, ate, then right on to NaNoWriMo. I wrote 1711 words in two hours.
Now I am unsure if my typing is rapid due to skill or finger spasms. I suspect the latter.

Yawns are sure to please no one so keep them to yourself
implode your brains to keep them on the shelf
Nothing  annoys me more than a yawn not properly suppressed
It never fails to climb the chain from the yawner to the rest
I especially abhor them for a reason very sad, 
the act of yawing makes me cry (involuntarily) and that's bad!

01 November 2010


In autumn you can see breezes softly lifting the leaves from the ground, spinning them in a spiral up and up. Then, just as quickly as the breeze swept in, it is gone and the leaves tumble to the ground again. This happens near buildings, around corners, and sometimes in the middle of a quiet parking lot. No one seems to notice these zephyrs juggling leaves. Autumn is their playground and leaves their swings and slides.
It is not only leaves though. Once I was standing on the second floor of my school and plastic bag floated calmly up, hugging the building until it cleared the roof then leaping away and spinning out into the sky.
There is something about a plastic bag in the wind that captures all the hopes and fears of humanity. We fear environmental destruction and that plastic bag is litter, a suffocation device, not biodegradable, a death sentence. The way it just floats makes it seem like a bird, kin to the air, wonderful, art. It soars like a parachute, a life-saver, a safety, and it falls like a bomb, a missile, a fog.
For the moment it lives as a breathing entity the world hushes. If you stop to watch it, breath slows and noise softens for the moment it lives. Just as quickly as life flung it into the air, death has made it fall.
It echoes us and it is our creation. Does that bag make us feel like gods? For that fleeting moment it is animated and our creation is infallible. But moments are too fleeting, zephyrs blow past in the beat of a heart, the blink of an eye. If you miss its careful tossing of our creations you have missed something profound.

The Curious Case of the Kerrs...NaNoWriMo

Inspired by the postcard addressed to Miss Mary Feiertag and the further research on the Kerrs that I did, I have deicided (actually did decide a while ago) to write their story as imagined by me, for NaNoWriMo.

NaNoWriMo is (from nanowrimo.org)...
National Novel Writing Month is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to novel writing. Participants begin writing November 1. The goal is to write a 175-page (50,000-word) novel by midnight, November 30.
Valuing enthusiasm and perseverance over painstaking craft, NaNoWriMo is a novel-writing program for everyone who has thought fleetingly about writing a novel but has been scared away by the time and effort involved.
Because of the limited writing window, the ONLY thing that matters in NaNoWriMo is output. It's all about quantity, not quality. The kamikaze approach forces you to lower your expectations, take risks, and write on the fly.