Going to bed, cherishing the sweet kisses goodnight.
Yum!
Sweet Dreams!
Daily Archives: February 14, 2002
Got an acceptance notice from Stories of the Imagination…
$325, or about $0.03 a word for something I wrote over a year ago. Not going to be my regular vocation, but it’s nice to be published. They only retain “First North American Serial Rights”, so I still own it, and can resell it again after August (When the Spring 2002 issue sees print.)
you can thank sweetalyssm – today at work
See the inspiration here
time to make multiple newts and blackies!
A domestic cat has reportedly been cloned at a Texas A&M University research center.
http://www.msnbc.com/news/707050.asp
Red of desire,
Black of the night,
Orange of the fire,
A world to ignite:
This was the color of passion.
–Excerpt from Sensorium by Robert E. Kogan
Recent pictures here… unmodified as of yet.
Off to work… I look forward to seeing my sweetheart tonight. 🙂
Valentine’s Day
How Do I Love Thee?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints – I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!
-and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Valentine's Day
How Do I Love Thee?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints – I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!
-and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.