Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Response to Jenn's latest post

I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to Berkeley in the fall. I'm looking for housing now!!! I'm going this weekend to go look for a place near school. I'm glad that you feel a little bit more at ease about where your headed. It is nice to talk to people who have already experienced the transition of changing schools and kind of letting you in on what to expect. I have a friend who has been there for a year and she's been filling me in with whatever questions I have. If you want to talk about Berkeley let me know... Posted by Adriana Worley on 5/26/04; 5:53:21 PM from the dept. Discuss

The Red Wheelbarrow

With every deadline I am waiting until the last minute to submit whatever paperwork I am supposed to turn in and I'm feeling great anxiety over it. I've done this with college applications, graduation, and now poetry submissions. I have just submitted three works of poetry and a black a white drawing as my entry to DeAnza's literary magazine, The Red Wheelbarrow. I had to write a formal cover letter for my entry as well. Here are the peoms that I have submitted: Opossum I am merely a youth Yet, I have seen the mountain lions Chase my sisters up a tree Except for one who died slowly Half eaten with the blood surrounding her The markings on my neck Tell the story of how a dog Once chased me, attacking me I escaped and ran for cover Inside a log that was too small for that dog However, it is the danger of The lights That causes more injury To my kind As I come down the mountain In search of food, I see The lights coming Closer to me and I stand here And now I lay here In my pool of blood Dying, confused, alone A Frog Sestina Hopping in the grass Big one, little ones Escaping my hands I chase them Hoping to capture A big, green frog Little frogs Huddle underneath the grass Uncaptured I could see them In my hands My callused hands Reach for a pair of frogs Ready to touch them As they sit still in the grass They look like slimy ones Anticipating their capture Distracted, my eyes capture A frog croaking near my hand - It is a little one Trying to attract another frog Somewhere within the grass And then I see them - I see them, And I capture In the blades of grass Your hands Covered with frogs I got one! I thought I had one Yet as I look at them I realize that a big, green frog Has captured My hands In the flattened grass Darkness blends the frog with the grass I can feel the frog on my hand The big green frog - captured Buddy (My Chihuahua/Terrier dog) The cold of winter lurks within my house There is a chill that seeps into our bones Upon the cat asleep there lay a mouse As we all shiver close together, not alone Upon the bed a blanket lay That may into the night behold delight I feel the warmth in me has gone away As we cuddle in bed without a fight The cats, the dogs, the mouse, and rabbit too, Are quite the sight in bed all fast asleep And quietly my head rests calm, I drool Amongst them sleeping, stirring without a peep Yet petting Buddy makes him snarl and growl Into silence he bites me while dreaming of waterfowl. Posted by Adriana Worley on 5/26/04; 5:39:31 PM from the dept. Discuss