I'm exhausted...and I still have a short paper to write for a class. Next week is break for me and as much as I want to sit and do nothing my mind knows there are too many things to accomplish. For example, all of the mundane tasks. On top of all of my tasks is planning my wedding reception with Mom, so that should be fun. Monday is another doctor's visit. Friday is another treatment. Another poem to write for American Poetry--here I go!
Cancer Waltz
You talk a mean talk, hanging out there,
you watch others suffer and you laugh
while you work your dirty, dirty deed.
I must admit, you gave me a scare,
when you'd given me your autograph
though I resisted and tried to pluck your seed.
Hark! I've done it!
Look at you, you little shrew,
Your discolored texture reveals nothing
but the hook you bit.
Wait, you've returned to chew?
Where's my sword? You're not king
You come as a small mass
But you're still a pain in the ass
And I'll win you little bass.
Friday, April 18, 2014
Monday, April 14, 2014
Indian Fire Ants
And the glow of the fire burns the night
as small black creatures emerge;
from the core of the red light,
shaking a young child, her thoughts diverge;
to arrows unseen by the naked eye,
creatures that give no love
yet they choose not to die.
A woman with arms smooth as a dove
presents a blanket unlike any other
to her frightened daughter...a bear one,
as she curls up to her mother
who instructs her to hang it over the sun.
The bear will eat the foe
and rescue the little doe.
as small black creatures emerge;
from the core of the red light,
shaking a young child, her thoughts diverge;
to arrows unseen by the naked eye,
creatures that give no love
yet they choose not to die.
A woman with arms smooth as a dove
presents a blanket unlike any other
to her frightened daughter...a bear one,
as she curls up to her mother
who instructs her to hang it over the sun.
The bear will eat the foe
and rescue the little doe.
Friday, January 17, 2014
I fight because I have to fight, and I always win.
I'd thought I didn't have to face another round of chemotherapy, but sometimes wishes don't always come true. My mind faces many things that are hard to understand, yet my heart continues to say, "You can do this. Don't give up. Fight for another day." Then I smile and rise to the challenge. School's around the road, graduation will soon be upon me, and I won't fail. I will accept anything that may dishearten everyone else, but not me. Granted, there will be days where I will not want to be around people--forgive me when those days come. A lot is going on in my mind, which not everyone can or will understand. Some days will be moody. Be kind. That's all I ask.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Language is Everything: Wogan's view on Writing
Language is in everything. It is verbal.
It is written in poems, novels both fiction and nonfiction, on Billiton boards
and street signs, and even in a unique way, language is unspoken and written.
There is a saying that “a picture is worth a thousand words”. Pictures can say
a whole lot if one simply takes the time to examine a photographer’s or an artist’s
work. As a class we have seen language used in many different ways that forms of
any language can go beyond ordinary symbols, grammar, and form.
Language provides expressing feelings,
as an art through literature, and communication among people. Language is a
concatenation; it has an interconnection with words—transforming people into
culture. Writing is one form that involves personal and public records.
Journals, though there are individual ones, have a form to them. Journals are
just one example of how language is used in a private sector. Governmental
documentation, religious rituals, and family history all require some sort of linguistic
structure to properly function. Governments in every country uses phonological
ways to promote themselves to a particular position in that specific
government.
Language whether spoken or written is also
a means of communicating between teacher and student, school administer and the
teacher, etc. etc. Success in school depends on language as well as everything
else in life. In order to succeed, students need to stay in constant
communication with their instructors, so they can continue knowing what they
are expected to accomplish in a short period of time. Teachers must be in
contact with administrators, more so in the lower education part. Administrators
have to or should know exactly what is going on in the classroom and offer help
to the teacher, if it is necessary. Otherwise, there will be conflict within
the school system. Teachers cannot run their classroom without the
administrators involving themselves with what they actual criteria is, educate
what is like to be in a class full of students and not just stand out giving
orders, and talk with the parents about what is being taught to their children.
From the various texts used in my Anthropology class,
language controls not just the matrix of life, but it also has a matrix within
itself. We are the participants in this game. To further establish how we are
as a chess piece in the game of language, Magical
Writing in Salasaca explores the importance of writing. The Salasacans
understand what writing means to their people. In the beginning of the novel,
the idea of a “God’s book” comes into play. Wogan’s editor Edward Fischer added
in the series editor preface that although the friend of a friend relates his
story of going to “a hell-like place and on to Heaven, where God checked his
book…” this should not be dismissed as an “apocryphal story inspired by
religious fervor” (xi). Instead, Mr. Fischer points out, this novel should be
seen as what Wogan tries to bring up in his points about how writing is a form
of “…state control, techniques of surveillance and documentation, and the nexus
of power and literacy” (xi).
Wogan begins his tale of the people in
Salasaca of visiting the woman who was one of the three sisters who were in
charge of the witch-saint San Gonzalo’s books. He goes into personal detail
about having to “pore over for twenty minutes” just to search for he and
another man, Jorge’s, name in the book after the daughter of the woman brought
back nine books filled with names of people requesting San Gonzalo’s services
(34). However, the search for their names were futile, until the woman told
them to stop, get up, and left the home. She brought back “a much more
impressive” book that is “a foot high, heavy and made with sturdy, blue covers
and large, lined paper” within it (35). Within the book, discovered by the
daughter, both Jorge and Wogan had their names written among others.
Wogan, Peter. Magical Writing in Salasaca. Westview Press. 2004. Print.
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Excerpt from TGS
Some people have called me a “Dark Angel.”
Perhaps those people were right.
I
woke, remembering a dream from the night before. Pictures of frightened children
lingered in my mind as I approached them with a hunger unsated by mundane
appetites. I recalled how flesh smelled: sweet. The texture was tender, yet it
was bitter to the taste. Blood was messy and dripped down my chin. The demon,
the cold-blooded monster mingled with my DNA: a gift from one of my parents
brought to daylight by evil people.
Thanks
Mom and Dad for the evil of which you succumbed me to. I never thought parents
could be that cruel to have given their child to a society of evil scientists.
Thanks for giving me the blessing of having nightmares haunt me after my
escape. Thanks for not being there when I needed you.
I
turned my head to an object in my hand underneath one out of many pillows. I
twirled the small dagger with my fingers, pulling the blade out of its sheath
without another thought. While examining the Celtic knot design on the blade, I
slowly took deep breaths to try to calm my mind. There wasn’t any reason to
fear anymore.
Monday, September 23, 2013
The Story Continues...TSC cover
The second book in the Demon-Gods' War series has found a home! It also has a very wicked cover.
A new threat is
about to be unleashed... A little choice can tip the balance between loyalty
and betrayal.
The half-demon, half-goddess
Raylene Greyson thought a vacation to Germany was fine. Until Trackers come
searching for someone, and involves a small child. An old fear returns, forcing
our heroine to make a choice. Would she return to Saain? Or continue to run?
Then all hell breaks loose when a woman named Rilanja appears. Liberi Olympus
wants the hybrid to themselves, but Cain has other plans for the heroine. The Greysons
are once again dragged into it despite Raylene’s protest. A life is taken while
another discovers that he’s one of Heaven’s Guardians.
In the meantime, Luccas
confronts his past and a promise that he’d made. Now he will have to choose to
keep it or drop it. However, love has overpowered him. What he doesn’t know, is
Cain is preparing. More will be at stake than a simple promise. He will test
his newfound emotion against all odds. The only cost . . . Raylene.
Their journey will run into
some old and new friends. However, can they be trusted? Life for the two heroes
couldn’t get any worse. Until Raylene meets someone who she’d thought vanished
from her life a long time ago…her father.
Friday, September 20, 2013
Even in the worst days you stand.
I've been thinking a lot lately about personal matters. School's begun, another novel is coming although I'm beginning to see how hard it is to write with another person, but it is still one of the best experiences I have. The main thing is we both learn from each other. What our personal strengths and weaknessess are as writers.
Besides that, I'd thought that I would be finished with my battle and everything will be honky dory but alas, things sometimes don't always come as you expect them to. I have another surgery next week. My strength is down, but I will never give into something so stupid as cancer. I'm doing all that I can to defeat this dumb disease and will beat it at whatever cost.
Besides that, I'd thought that I would be finished with my battle and everything will be honky dory but alas, things sometimes don't always come as you expect them to. I have another surgery next week. My strength is down, but I will never give into something so stupid as cancer. I'm doing all that I can to defeat this dumb disease and will beat it at whatever cost.
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