English Emma Blooms

 It is wonderful to spend time with family over the holidays!

I am struggling - to finish my master's degree assignments. So happy I have a full ride scholarship but keeping up on deadlines is tough.

by William Shakespeare (from Macbeth, spoken by Macbeth)   Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,  Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,   To the last syllable of recorded time;  And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.   Out, out, brief candle!  Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,   That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,   And then is heard no more.  It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Every day you play with the light of the universe. Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water. You are more than this white head that I hold tightly as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands. You are like nobody since I love you. Let me spread you out among yellow garlands. Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed. Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window. The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish. Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them. The rain takes off her clothes. The birds go by, fleeing. The wind. The wind. I can contend only against the power of men. The storm whirls dark leaves and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky. You are here. Oh, you do not run away. You will answer me to the last cry. Cling to me as though you were frightened. Even so, at one time a strange s

Dreams are a chequered commentary made In sleep along the deeps of our desires Moving like riddles through a magic glade Lightly they touch the leap of hidden fires John Bradburne http://www.johnbradburne.com/ John Bradburne converted to Catholicism and moved to Zimbabwe to work at the Mutemwa Leprosy settlement. Interesting man... He was murdered in 1979 during the war for independence. He described himself as a "Strange Vagabond of God".

I am sorry I hit cat but he was knocking down my tower, which was really high and it was going to space I am sorry I took all the paper off the toilet roll but my bottom was still dirty and I had to make it really clean . I am sorry I woke you up but I didn’t want to be in my bed anymore and I wanted you to get up too I am sorry I drew on your new sofa. You were in the kitchen and weren’t playing with me. I am sorry I partially dislocated your retina. I just wanted to see what would happen if I stuck my finger in your eye. I am sorry. 10/19/08 8:41 AM