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Clothes encounter

Cuba by Paul Muldoon   My eldest sister arrived home that morning In her white muslin evening dress. ‘Who the hell do you think you are Running out to dances in next to nothing? As though we hadn’t enough bother With the world at war, if not at an end.’ My father was pounding the […]

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Jolly melancholy

In spite of the name on the window, this cafe makes me sad.     Laptop and thesaurus in hand, I had stopped by Jolly’s in northern Michigan the other day and found the door locked, the tables gone, and a sign on the door saying thanks for three great years.   Jolly’s Cafe is […]

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Poems for Father’s Day

I’m trying to get this post up quickly—too many things to get done and my daughter gets home from Cameroon today—so I’ll skip the fanfare and get right to it.   I put an assortment of poems for Father’s Day around town.  Three of the poems are fathers addressing daughters. Another poem is a father’s […]

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Ancient words, new poems

  Seven people–or rather, six people and one group–sent me poems for the “Ultraconserved Words” challenge.  The prompt was to write a poem using ten or more words from a group of twenty-three words that some linguists believe have been in use since the end of the last ice age. Congratulations to all the participants! […]

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Poetry contest!

  A controversial study just released by a group of historical linguists proposes that twenty-three words still in use today have survived mostly unchanged from the end of the last ice age.  Using statistics, the researchers have tried to prove that these 15,000-year old “ultraconserved” words come from one mother tongue.  That language, which they […]

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Happy to be the biggest fool

  I 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 […]

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Life outside the lines

Rarely does my neighborhood offer peculiar sights.   There’s a walker who charges down the street with ski poles in the middle of summer and a very tall cross-dresser I haven’t seen in years.  During swim team season toilet paper hangs gracefully from trees, and in the spring girls in prom dresses duck into limousines.  That’s […]

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