Journey: [Middle English journei, day, day's travel, journey, from Old French jornee, from Vulgar Latin *diurnta, from Late Latin diurnum, day, from neuter of Latin diurnus, of a day, from dis, day; see diary.]
Friday, July 9, 2010
Experts123 Question about Poetry
You know my answer is better than the #1 one, so Like mine please so I can move up in the ranks:
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Index of My Online Articles
Shaun Perkins: Online Articles
Education (Lessons Plans, etc.)
How to Memorize a Poem
Creating an Anti-Brochure for Ayn Rand's Anthem
Decoding Classic Fiction with One Question
Education (Lessons Plans, etc.)
How to Memorize a Poem
Creating an Anti-Brochure for Ayn Rand's Anthem
Decoding Classic Fiction with One Question
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Summer Rain: July 6, 2010
After several days of hot weather, today it rained in the middle of the day. I went out on the porch, which has a tin roof, and sat for a while listening to the rain and the other sounds around me. This audio is of me doing some random talking, several birds calling, and the rain softly clicking on the porch roof.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Writing all Over the Place
I have been branching out with my writing, finding new places to publish and new topics to write about.
Suite 101
I am mainly doing book reviews and educational articles at this site.
Examiner
Here I am focusing on storytelling news.
Associated Content.
I have just started here, but I would like to do more audio reports and poems on this site.
Thanks for reading!
Suite 101
I am mainly doing book reviews and educational articles at this site.
Examiner
Here I am focusing on storytelling news.
Associated Content.
I have just started here, but I would like to do more audio reports and poems on this site.
Thanks for reading!
Friday, April 2, 2010
Old Martha: Where Stories Begin
I created this story for Oklahoma's centennial in 2007. I tell it with the beat of a djembe.
The little girl swept the ashes from the fireplace and went outside to get fresh wood. Her back ached and she was hungry, but she knew she had to get the chores done. There would be no fun for her that day. It was chore day. When she was bending over the woodpile, she heard a sound—it was like the beating of her heart, soft, regular, rhythmic. And she felt it in her heart but it was outside her skin. It was coming from the woods beyond the house. Though she knew she would get in trouble for not finishing her morning tasks, she put down the firewood and she walked across her backyard and into the woods.
The little girl swept the ashes from the fireplace and went outside to get fresh wood. Her back ached and she was hungry, but she knew she had to get the chores done. There would be no fun for her that day. It was chore day. When she was bending over the woodpile, she heard a sound—it was like the beating of her heart, soft, regular, rhythmic. And she felt it in her heart but it was outside her skin. It was coming from the woods beyond the house. Though she knew she would get in trouble for not finishing her morning tasks, she put down the firewood and she walked across her backyard and into the woods.
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