Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: February 2004

Jacob Lawrence, "The Life of Frederick Douglass No. 1" (1939) — Jacob Lawrence, The Life of Frederick Douglass No. 1. In Talbot County, eastern shore, state of Maryland, in a thinly populated worn-out district inhabited by a white population of the lowest order, among slaves who in point of ignorance were fully in accord with their surroundings-it was here that Frederick Douglass was born and spent the first years of his childhood-February 1818. (1939)

Workbook: February, 2004

February 29, 2004: They knew they were nearing the center of the insect kingdom...
February 28, 2004: Inability to judge risk.
February 27, 2004: Ferocity of conviction.
February 26, 2004: False peace.
February 25, 2004: Echo in the empty pool.
February 24, 2004: She said, "I need skin," and pulled our shirts up.
February 23, 2004: "It's not coming by UPS, is it?"
February 22, 2004: My remorse after conflict.
February 21, 2004: When we first met our parents were the age which we are today.
February 20, 2004: Brutality, destructiveness, viciousness.
February 19, 2004: Ancient history.
February 18, 2004: Three washers, three dryers, shared by the entire street...
February 17, 2004: "I didn't like it much. I bled like anything."
February 16, 2004: Her disrespect for other people's struggles.
February 15, 2004: Moments of human kindness.
February 14, 2004: Shock, sadness, remorse.
February 13, 2004: Tipping point.
February 12, 2004: The look on his face when he arrived home from college...
February 11, 2004: "You should come out from behind those drums, boy!"
February 10, 2004: She knew all along that my heart belonged to a former lover.
February 9, 2004: Fish.
February 8, 2004: Green cab, metallic, like the aluminum shine of children's toy racecars.
February 7, 2004: Rages, seething with violence, as though some devil inside her were whispering words of war...
February 6, 2004: Panic, although this time, to my surprise, it's not mine.
February 5, 2004: "What if I meet some hunky Australian man and he sweeps me off my feet?"
February 4, 2004: The back of my hand, fire-red.
February 3, 2004: As a child I covered the top part of one bedroom wall with bubblegum trading cards of various oogly monsters.
February 2, 2004: In a reflux of cold regret I removed them both from my web site.
February 1, 2004: Vague sortof concept for a specific kind of travel writing.