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A horn of plenty, if you just look for it

Thanksgiving is a good and necessary holiday but perhaps more so in times of want than of plenty. What is wanting this Thanksgiving 2020? We want to be together. We want our families, our friends. Most Thanksgiving celebrations are pared down this year with families separated by virus or politics, some permanently so, thanks to […]

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The Grace of Influence

    When Giving Is All We Have by Alberto Ríos            One river gives                                              Its journey to the next.   We give because someone gave to us. We give because nobody gave to us.   We give because giving has changed us. We give because giving could have changed us.   We have […]

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Hi you haiku

I have haikus to post today and tomorrow, and that will be the end of this project . . . unless. . .  my international readers step up! Sending out a challenge to Poem Elf readers in countries outside of the United States to send in a quarantine haiku. I know you’re there, I see […]

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Here come the haikus

Thank you to everyone who sent in a haiku! Can’t tell you how much I enjoy reading them. It’s a balm for my nervous system. The creative spirit is fundamental to us humans and strengthens our connections!   Up first from Jeanette, who gets extra credit for taking a picture: (Jeanette has a very droll […]

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Lockdown

  From “A Married State” by Katherine Philips   A married state affords but little ease The best of husbands are so hard to please. This in wives’ careful faces you may spell Though they dissemble their misfortunes well.   Someone wrote on Twitter the other day that being in lockdown reminded her of being […]

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9th Annual Valentine’s Day Poem Blitz

In Hawaii for another Valentine’s Day—always a good spot for celebrating love, inspiring love and meditating on love. When I’m here my heart nearly bursts open with love for all creation.   Yeah, yeah, pretty easy when I’m this far away from routine, news, and winter weather. Regardless, sending love to you, dear readers, and […]

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In which I am not a sugar ant

  Respite by Jane Hirshfield   Day after quiet day passes. I speak to no one besides the dog. To her, I murmur much I would not otherwise say.   We make plans then break them on a moment’s whim. She agrees; though sometimes bringing to my attention a small blue ball.   Passing the […]

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