Saturday, September 27, 2008

Concert (kŏn'surt) (n.): a public musical performance in which a number of singers or instrumentalists, or both, participate.

In complete an utter celebration of the Jenny Lewis concert tickets I recently purchased for her show at UCSD in November I provide you with some beautiful Jenny Lewis music via You Tube.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Froth (frôth) (n.) :A mass of bubbles

Froth
I am ginger ale
fizzy jumble of meandering bubbles
of thought and action
inconstant
easing some
making thick the distaste of others
so they expectorate
I'm out to fibrillate amongst other's\tongues
"bubble, bubble, toil and trouble"
zap
pop
sizzle
whoosh

by Sandra Subasic

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Hospital (hŏs'pĭ-tl) :an institution in which sick or injured persons are given medical or surgical treatment.


After spending so much time at the hospital in the past couple of months it is inevitable that I eventually write something about. I love Children's Hospital Los Angeles, I just hate being there because it means that something is wrong. Spencer is sick. He is not at home filling the space with brilliant laughter and humorous insight. His commentary on the world has dwindled down a few words a few times a day and smiles are even less frequent. He is getting better. Slowly but undeniably.

This place is full of hope. There is the hope of a normal healthy life. It is replete with kids that will experience life because the medical attention they received in the hospital has saved their lives. It is a hospital where families find doctors who love children and treat them with the utmost respect. It is a place where people come broken and leave fixed.

On that ridiculously sentimental note I leave you a poem that is displayed in the garden attached to the hospital.

I am a butterfly. I live in the hospital.
I wear a red dress with silver glitter.
I sleep on a little couch made of leaves.
-Yajuira, 13

Friday, September 5, 2008

Shiver (shĭv'ər) (adj.): to shake or tremble with cold, fear, excitement, etc

Shiver
by Rachel Brandt

"Wake up. Come on. Its time to get up."
His voice is sweet and soft
Mr brother stands beside him
a twin born thirty years late
He is bundled in mittens,
scarf and jacket.

It is cold outside
the air, still and frigid
No streetlight
pitch black
"Careful , don't trip."

My breath comes out in
sharp misty clouds before me
Lying down, the concrete below me is solid
flat. Like a frozen lake in January
The crinkle crunch of my jacket
breaks the silence

The three of us, we lie in a row
Three tiny dots on the earth's surface
calm as we wait for the world
to shatter
Shivering, we watch, anticipation
a hand flies up "There!"
a star falls
burning out of existence

Out loud we wish on each one
"Its a meteor, you know, not even a star" I say
"Just pretend for a while" is his reply
So I do

 
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