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Dangerous games

  The Robot Moves! by Nick Flynn   I pretend I’m afraid, carrying you on my hip beneath the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, past all the dead saints, the floor dug up to lay pipe. I stop suddenly, grasping at a darkened corner & whisper, what was that? & your tiny hand touches […]

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Two suggestions

If you’ve got a fever and the only prescription is more Poem Elf  (and you’ve already had all the cow bell you can take)–   –Or– if you like poetry in very small doses and you don’t like reading long blog posts–     –I have a suggestion for you. Follow me on Twitter. @Poemelf […]

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Soon and very soon

March 1912                               –Postcard, en route westward by Natasha Trethewey   At last we are near breaking the season, shedding our coats, the gray husk   of winter.  Each tree trembles with new leaves, tiny blossoms, the flashy   dress of […]

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Erin Go Bragh-humbug

Although I’m an Irish lass by genes and inclination, my idea of a St. Patrick’s Day celebration is soda bread, black tea and Yeats.  (If there’s an Irish version of “Bah humbug,” insert here.) Needless to say, I celebrate alone.  But I left some poems by Yeats at the local Irish pub for those whose […]

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Poems last longer than chocolates

Time for the Third Annual Valentine’s Day Poem Elfing.  (If you’re looking for more love poems, you can check out previous Valentine’s Day posts in 2013 and 2012.)     Coincidentally, just as I was sitting down to work on this post, I got a Valentine in the mail.  I can’t think of the last […]

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Rising from the dead

  The Morning Baking by Carolyn Forche   Grandma, come back, I forgot How much lard for these rolls   Think you can put yourself in the ground Like plain potatoes and grow in Ohio? I am damn sick of getting fat like you   Think you can lie through your Slovak? Tell filthy stories […]

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Pearls of great price

It was a season of near disasters.   Two weeks before Christmas I lost my aunt’s pearls, a graduated strand of Mikimoto beauties which her husband had brought back from Japan after WWII.  Just as I was getting ready to confess, that same aunt had a fall and landed in the hospital.  She recovered, the pearls […]

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