Question #4 from Jeanette Salgado "Little League Haiku"

4.What does he mean when he says his body and uniform were protective packaging?


He's describing how he is wearing his uniform and because there is so much to his uniform he called it protective because what its supposed to do. In football, which im assuming his the sport he is playing seeing how he mentions offense and defense, you have to wear lots of padding. Although, he said his body is protective packaging, which makes me think he doesnt really wanna play sports. His referring to his body as packaging makes it sound like hes just in his body and his mind in just in his body but he doesnt wanna be in it, like its temporay, when we know its not. His body is his body, can't change that.

10 Questions from "Running After Antelope"

The Friendly Man

1. What was the connection or interaction between the narrator and the Policemen? Why do you think they let him go free?

2. What is the process for how the "friendly man" gets his stories?

3. What was the irony with the Basketball story?

4. How did the "time dollar" process work?

5. Do you think that "time dollars" are good way of living? What sort of things were in their store to buy?

6. Describes the word Professional? How was it portrayed in the story?

7.  On page 32, in the second paragraph. Decribe what was happening, and why you think the ladies were behaving that way?

8. What are some differences between the Basketball story and the St Louis story?

9. Why do you think the narrator kept the identify of the "friendly man" a secret? What is a good quote that talks about the "friendly man"?

10. What is ironic about the ending of the story?

A Full Moon.......

It was a beautiful sight that was right before my eyes. One of the fullest moons, I have ever seen with twinkling stars all around. I sat there in a gaze, thinking how amazing the the moon looks, but then I thought about the bad week i've been having. Which made me wonder, how can someone be gazing at something so amazing and be thinking how awful their life is at the moment? Which is sad but somewhat like a balance. The moon was something beautiful and good which could be as a balance of the bad going on in my life. The moon made me forget all the bad things afterwhile. The moon was like a fairy godmother, making me someone else for a little while. Sitting there I felt invincible and like anything is possible. I wanted to stare at the moon all night, but reality kicked in and told me that its time for the gazing to stop and so I started to fade right back into my life. My last thought as I turn around to leave, I said to myself, wow nothing last forever, not even a gaze.

Short Story.......

A Winter Walk 

     It was a white cold misty morning in the city of New Grove, Colorado. Everyone still tucked in bed, but i told myself that this was the perfect time to stroll the paths of the neverend woods. The trees whistled like chimes and made everything seem just right. As I was walking, I came across something quite strange. There in the whistled woods was an old lady dress all in black. I wouldn't normally think this is so strange, but she was starting at the night sky. I was very much intrigued, so i need a closer look. I found this rock to hide behind, and this rock was like marble stone cold as ice. When I had the chance to look up, instantly my breath was taken. There were these ghost like sheets with dangling feet, and I probably should be creeped out but they were just so mezmerising just like angels in the heavens. This sight was definitely the most amazing image I have ever seen. I just sat behind that marble stone like rock for what seemed like hours, and I was as still as roman statue.

Songs as Poetry

For my song i chose Ludacris's "Runway Love" song.

Verse #1
  Now little Lisa is only 9 years old
She's trying to figure out why the world is so cold
Why she's all alone and ain't never met her family
Mama's always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missing and nobody will listen
Mama is on drugs getting high up in the kitchen
Bringing home men at different hours of the night
Starting with some laughs -- usually ending in a fight
Sneaking in her room while her mama's knocked out
Trying to have his way and little Lisa says 'ouch'
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her
Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothing else to do but get some clothes and pack
She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back.

Poem from POETS.ORG

I chose "Unifinished Poem" by Shirley Kaufman. I chose this poem because i really liked the title. Having the word unfinished caught my attention and made me wanna read it. When i read it i thought it was cleverly written and make sense. I really like this poem by Ms. Kaufman.

"We live on a holy mountain
where the crows and the Crown Plaza
rise higher than our expectations
and the golden dome is only
a restored reflection 
of the absolute.
All night the bodies of prophets 
break out of the clouds
calling, "Doom, doom."
Like the carp we bring home 
from the market, our lives 
are wrapped up in newsprint.
My friend says she'd like to
cut off her head and let all
the Jewish history run out.
We lift weights together 
twice a week to increase  
our bone density." 

6 word Memoir

Eternally riding waves. Constantly checking timer.