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  • Sexual Feeling

    I was shaking
    She was shaking
    There was moving back
    There was moving forth
    Pillow
    Purple
    Am I killing her
    No
    Everything is fine
    This has to happen
    Sooner
    Later
    Is this the right thing
    Nothing is happening
    We eat food
    Romantic looks are expressed

    18. Write a POEM about your first sexual experience. ( 6 ps)

  • Generations

       

    20. Create a PHOTOGRAPH in which 'generations' is the theme. ( 4 pts)

  • Afterimage

    You left the door open
    And I went to the other room
    I keep expecting it to close

    The ball drops towards the ground
    And I look to the sky
    I keep expecting it to bounce

    I pick up the socks
    Siting for two days
    And life passed me by

    1. Write a POEM in which socks and death are mentioned ( 3 pts)

  • Caveman Nastalgia

    I daydream a lot about being a Neanderthal
    Being the first to recognize my own mortality
    By burying my own
    Where you must kill your own food
    And take shelter from the storm
    To skin the dead for cover of
    This skin of mine
    Pale and pink from sun and wind
    If we recognized our deaths
    We must've recognized our vessels
    The scars and the hair and why it grows where it does
    About how it has made it to the 21st Century
    (As if it did, it is said it has not
    Homo sapiens wears the crown)
    Where it is bathed in soaps and fragrances
    To different stresses of rapid information
    Carpal tunnel
    Carpe Diem
    We keep inching towards Occam's Razor
    And with this minimum effort we become lazy with comfort
    Of course unless you go to where things have yet to develop in this method
    Where the price of clean water must equal Clear Channel
    I peek at them and they peek back
    My motor skills and visual perception operate roughly the same
    My reptilian stem feels the emotions coming from a smile
    My cortex understands the perceived danger of trusting too many smiles
    The language comes back muffled
    But it is language
    My body sighs and sifts back in time
    To the recognition of burying my own kind

    22. Write a PROSE POEM about your naked body ( 5pts)

  • Blur

    My approach to life is wholly unfocused as if I forgot to put on glasses in the morning And instead saw life unfiltered and ate it in blurs Unable to stop for ever important details all the while only paying attention to what grabs my attention Never prescribed the corrective medication for a disorder without a name Stumble through the dark like the kid on Thumbsucker

    Sure I can focus at times for the sunsets and sunrises and other lovely things

    Before I meditate on these things and the years fly by Attached to a cause for no particular reason then to have a cause Because I would float into the nether reaches of the hemisphere Lost Except to rules set by myself To not lose sight of the ground I like to float however and eat the blurs Taking it all in before having to do something with it like transcribing it all or having to sustain life or the lives of others The beating of the hot iron the pulse that lulls me to sleep

  • Latter

    Sticky phrases
    like
    Love requires the right time and place
    And the right people

    You can have the wrong people

    Or

    You can have the wrong time and place

    The former isn't as tragic
    As the latter

  • A Crime

     

  • Drought VII

    Queen Anne's Lace
    Pokeweed
    Foxtail
    Canada Thistle
    Bull Thistle
    Horseweed
    Prickly lettuce
    Velvetleaf
    Mile-a-Minute
    Crabgrass
    Jimsonweed
    Eastern Black Nightshade
    Brambles

  • My first brush with my film camera

    I recently bought a fancy smancy Olympus OM-D with all the bells and whistles...

    ...but I also secretly bought a cheap medium format film camera: the Yashica Mat 124G

    I just got back the negatives, and it wasn't great:

    But then again...

  • Behind the Scenes with Waldo


    And he's up!...ha...