Aphrodite reborn
I scend from the sea.
Venus on fire.
Atoms electric.
Do you see me ablaze?
Alive?
I will not be drowned.
Shameless I will rise,
and rise,
and rise like the sun.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Fingers Down Your Spine (a poem)
I anxiously gaze your way
Trying to avoid thoughts of you that invade my soul.
I twitch and quiver.
I want to get my hands on you,
Run my fingers up and down your spine.
I want you with me in bed,
on the couch,
the chair,
the back lawn.
I want to open you up and drink in all you have to offer me.
I will treasure you,
Place you upon my shelf.
And I promise I will never, ever turn down the edges of your pages.
Trying to avoid thoughts of you that invade my soul.
I twitch and quiver.
I want to get my hands on you,
Run my fingers up and down your spine.
I want you with me in bed,
on the couch,
the chair,
the back lawn.
I want to open you up and drink in all you have to offer me.
I will treasure you,
Place you upon my shelf.
And I promise I will never, ever turn down the edges of your pages.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Olympics
For the most part, I hate the concept of the organized sports machine. It amazes me that so much money is spent on arena's and stadiums when there are so many other uses for that money that would actually help people. Yes, they do create jobs - I give you that, and this is a heated discussion that my husband and I get into every now and then. But it makes me crazy that people care more about who wins and what is going on with their team than they do about the world, or their country, or even humanity. It really, really, really makes me crazy. Yes, it is an elitist attitude, and I fully admit to it.
I grew up in a political household and I had no concept that there were so many sporting games on the television. I didn't realize people spent Sunday's sitting on their couches watching football. I didn't even realize that sports were on all Sunday day. In my house Sunday's meant Meet the Press and Masterpiece Theater. The only game I can recall watching in our house was a Super Bowl that the Dolphins were in. That's not to say that my father never watched sports, but not that I can remember. I remember him on Sunday mornings sitting in the kitchen drinking orange juice out of a wine glass (that drove my mother crazy because then she had to hand wash it because it couldn't go in the dishwasher) watching Meet the Press.
My father was always being invited to go to this game or that game, and did go. That seemed perfectly acceptable, but to sit and watch a game on t.v. seemed ridiculous. I frequently went to hockey games and loved them. To this day hockey is the only game I follow, and yes, I am a hypocrite to some degree about it. Not only do I want a good game, but I've come to expect blood. It's not a good game if there isn't a good fight in my opinion. I can't tell you players names so much any more, or what their numbers and positions are as I once could, but I passionately love the Flyers and loathe the New Jersey Devils with my entire being.
The Winter Olympics however bring out another side of me. I admit to enjoying them, and recommend watching them to everyone. I get caught up in the winter biathalon, and shake my head in dismay when someone misses a shot. I become an expert in skating and point out little wobbles. I have become an avid short track speed skating fan. I will watch curling and gasp at the perfect slide of a stone, and exclaim "DOH" when someone falls while skiing. I shed tears of joy and sorrow for athletes from all over the world when I hear of their inspiring stories, and of course I love the hockey. I feel that the Olympics bring out the best in everyone, or at least I like to think so. How can you not get caught up in the excitement?
So for two weeks every 4 years I become a sport addict, I admit it, and I love it. It gets me excited and I'm full of energy and tension. It doesn't really matter what sport is being aired, I will watch it. So I say to you two things tonight:
1) To the U.S. hockey team - WOOT - GO U.S.A.!!!!!!!!!!
2) And during these two weeks of my sports addiction, I admit to being a hypocrite - but that's Ms. Hypocrite to you..........................
I grew up in a political household and I had no concept that there were so many sporting games on the television. I didn't realize people spent Sunday's sitting on their couches watching football. I didn't even realize that sports were on all Sunday day. In my house Sunday's meant Meet the Press and Masterpiece Theater. The only game I can recall watching in our house was a Super Bowl that the Dolphins were in. That's not to say that my father never watched sports, but not that I can remember. I remember him on Sunday mornings sitting in the kitchen drinking orange juice out of a wine glass (that drove my mother crazy because then she had to hand wash it because it couldn't go in the dishwasher) watching Meet the Press.
My father was always being invited to go to this game or that game, and did go. That seemed perfectly acceptable, but to sit and watch a game on t.v. seemed ridiculous. I frequently went to hockey games and loved them. To this day hockey is the only game I follow, and yes, I am a hypocrite to some degree about it. Not only do I want a good game, but I've come to expect blood. It's not a good game if there isn't a good fight in my opinion. I can't tell you players names so much any more, or what their numbers and positions are as I once could, but I passionately love the Flyers and loathe the New Jersey Devils with my entire being.
The Winter Olympics however bring out another side of me. I admit to enjoying them, and recommend watching them to everyone. I get caught up in the winter biathalon, and shake my head in dismay when someone misses a shot. I become an expert in skating and point out little wobbles. I have become an avid short track speed skating fan. I will watch curling and gasp at the perfect slide of a stone, and exclaim "DOH" when someone falls while skiing. I shed tears of joy and sorrow for athletes from all over the world when I hear of their inspiring stories, and of course I love the hockey. I feel that the Olympics bring out the best in everyone, or at least I like to think so. How can you not get caught up in the excitement?
So for two weeks every 4 years I become a sport addict, I admit it, and I love it. It gets me excited and I'm full of energy and tension. It doesn't really matter what sport is being aired, I will watch it. So I say to you two things tonight:
1) To the U.S. hockey team - WOOT - GO U.S.A.!!!!!!!!!!
2) And during these two weeks of my sports addiction, I admit to being a hypocrite - but that's Ms. Hypocrite to you..........................
Friday, February 19, 2010
really?
So I find it kind of ironic that McDonalds is a sponsor of the Olympics. Achieve physical and athletic greatness by eating total unhealthy crap! It's not just me is it?
Monday, January 11, 2010
Closed mind and heart are evil; gays are not
Title to the Letter to the Editor in the Wilmington News Journal I wrote - years ago - like maybe 15 years ago - and was published. It is pinned to the board above my desk and I am prompted to share it as we wait on the Prop 8 trial.
"I read Ralph Trader's [of the Conservative Caucus of Delaware] Oct. 17th letter. "Disgusting to display homosexual pride." As a heterosexual female, I find his views disgusting.
He states that a homosexual lifestyle is contrary to the will of God and that the Old Testament and New Testament express this view. I am not a very religious person, but I was sent to Catholic school (preschool through grade 12), and if he was talking about the Christian God, I am confused. The teachings that were stressed the most in religion class were: God is all loving and all forgiving; love and acceptance; and judge not least ye be judged. I also remember being taught that Jesus was accepting of all - lepers, tax collectors and prostitutes to name a few.
I was brought up in a very moral home, with two wonderful, loving parents who taught me the values I live by. Never once was I taught that homosexuals were evil or disgusting. I was taught, however, that closed minds and hearts were.
Several of my parents' best friends are homosexuals. I thank them for bringing their friends into my life. They are some of the most warm-hearted, kind, and giving people I have been blessed with meeting."
I still feel the same way. I have many gay friends, and gay family members and I feel blessed that they have chosen to include me in their lives. I was lucky to have been brought up in a home where people were people, they weren't grouped into "straight" or "gay", and Doug and I do our best to bring that mentality into our household. Love is love, it knows no color, or sex. It is a gift that I hope my daughter is blessed with - from whomever she chooses to receive it from.
"I read Ralph Trader's [of the Conservative Caucus of Delaware] Oct. 17th letter. "Disgusting to display homosexual pride." As a heterosexual female, I find his views disgusting.
He states that a homosexual lifestyle is contrary to the will of God and that the Old Testament and New Testament express this view. I am not a very religious person, but I was sent to Catholic school (preschool through grade 12), and if he was talking about the Christian God, I am confused. The teachings that were stressed the most in religion class were: God is all loving and all forgiving; love and acceptance; and judge not least ye be judged. I also remember being taught that Jesus was accepting of all - lepers, tax collectors and prostitutes to name a few.
I was brought up in a very moral home, with two wonderful, loving parents who taught me the values I live by. Never once was I taught that homosexuals were evil or disgusting. I was taught, however, that closed minds and hearts were.
Several of my parents' best friends are homosexuals. I thank them for bringing their friends into my life. They are some of the most warm-hearted, kind, and giving people I have been blessed with meeting."
I still feel the same way. I have many gay friends, and gay family members and I feel blessed that they have chosen to include me in their lives. I was lucky to have been brought up in a home where people were people, they weren't grouped into "straight" or "gay", and Doug and I do our best to bring that mentality into our household. Love is love, it knows no color, or sex. It is a gift that I hope my daughter is blessed with - from whomever she chooses to receive it from.
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