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Fourth annual Valentine’s Day poem blitz

Every Valentine’s Day I brainstorm for places that romantically-inclined or romantically-averse folks might congregate as they prepare for the holiday or prepare to avoid it. In the past I’ve left love poems in a chocolate store, post office, senior citizen’s home, a food court, a lonely-looking motel, the floral department of a grocery store. Now in my […]

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So about my last post . . .

I’m thinking about Miss Emily Litella today. For those too young to remember the Saturday Night Live character created by Gilda Radner, Emily Litella was a commentator on Weekend Update back when Jane Curtain anchored. Miss Litella was a daffy little lady with a high voice and a hearing impairment. She was invited on the […]

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But you can’t delegate gratitude

Thanksgiving, the kids come home and I rejoice because at last I can delegate again. Delegation, one of the perks of parenthood. Delegation, how the napkins get ironed, wood hauled, dishwasher emptied, onions sliced, chairs moved, table set, chaos ordered. Delegation, essential to any host whose hands are covered in butter and turkey bacteria. And a […]

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Tweets for the non-twittering

I’m a lacksadaisical tweeter. A now-and-then and if-the-mood-strikes-me user of social media. Which is why I only have 65 followers. That’s ten less people than I follow myself. This post isn’t a plug for my twitter feed (I tried that here before and it didn’t help). It’s an announcement that I’m going to start posting some […]

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Bridge over troubled Washington

  Come. And Be My Baby by Maya Angelou   The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that’ll burn Some people wrap their lies around a cocktail glass And you sit wondering where you’re going to turn I got it. Come. And be my baby.   Some prophets […]

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Do not go gentle, go dervish

  Equinox   by Elizabeth Alexander   Now is the time of year when bees are wild and eccentric. They fly fast and in cramped loop-de-loops, dive-bomb clusters of conversants in the bright, late-September out-of-doors. I have found their dried husks in my clothes.   They are dervishes because they are dying, one last sting, […]

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A graceful room, grief-less

  In a Room With Five People, Six Griefs by Jane Hirshfield   In a room with five people, six griefs. Some you will hear of, some not. Let the room hold them, their fears, their anger. Let there be walls and windows, a ceiling. A door through which time changer of everything can enter. […]

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