If I had any sense I’d be in the kitchen right now, chopping and endlessly washing mixing bowls and spatulas. Instead I’m sitting at the computer. I’ll pay for it tomorrow with panic and exhaustion, but meantime, here’s a few poems for Thanksgiving. At the grocery store I left Czeslaw Milosz’s”Encounter” in an empty […]
MoreI was stepping out the door into a thunderstorm with a shoebox of poems when my husband asked where I was going. “An errand for my blog,” I said. He looked at the weather and looked at the poems bundled in a protective garbage bag and said, “Sometimes I think you’re a […]
MoreTo fight aloud is very brave… Emily Dickinson To fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe. Who win, and nations do not see, Who fall, and none observe, Whose dying eyes no country Regards with patriot love. We trust, in plumed procession, For such […]
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