This girls art: Ice Ice baby

Friday, December 26, 2008

Ice Ice baby

Wow, bill and i worked christmas and midway thru our shift it started to rain. When we got off, the roads were pure ice! So half way home we went in the ditch. My first time in the ditch. On christmas night about midnight. What do we do now. Bills ready to make the move to the nearest farm house. WHEN.... I see car light coming our way.They stop and take us right to our door. Jasmine and her brother just came from iowa city, they had gone to a movie. Two wonderful kids. Thank-you!! Bill's off now fetching the car. Glad when this ice stuff is over.

1 comment:

A Wild Thing said...: Yup...and more on the way...is it Spring yet. I'm so glad I don't have to get out in that crap anymore!!!

Glad you're OK though, I've only hit the ditch once too, did a complete circle, then into the ditch...heehaw... I wasn't driving though, scarey!; December 26, 2008 at 8:25 PM

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Surface Hunting by Claudia Emerson

You always washed artifacts
at the sink, your back
to the room, to me, to the mud
you tracked in from whatever
neighbors's field had just been plowed.
Spearpoints, birdpoints, awls and leaf
shaped blades surfaced from the turned earth
as though from beneath some thicker
water you tried to see into.
You never tired, you told me, of the tangible
past you could admire, turn over
and over in your hand-the first
to touch it since the dead one that had
worked the stone. You linedbookshelves
and end tables with them; obsidian,
quarts, flint, they measured the hours you'd spent
with your head down, searching for others,
and also the prized hours of my own
solitude-collected, prized,
saved alongside those artifacts
that had been for so long lost.

any person with partner whose passion is arrowhead hunting, knows the meaning of this poem.