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My old problems, what a pleasure!

Margot Zemach’s It Could Always Be Worse is one of my favorite children’s books. Funny, wise, and illustrated with Zemach’s signature zest. It’s been nearly twenty years since I last read it out loud to my youngest, but the title’s been running through my head ever since. Most especially lately.   It Could Always Be Worse is […]

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Pandemic, schmandemic

  Cameo Appearance by Charles Simic   I had a small, nonspeaking part In a bloody epic. I was one of the Bombed and fleeing humanity. In the distance our great leader Crowed like a rooster from a balcony, Or was it a great actor Impersonating our great leader?   That’s me there, I said […]

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Leftovers

Like the shopworn self-satisfied serial killer of detective shows, I return to the scene of the crime any time I post a poem. Usually the poems have disappeared from where I left them. Once in a while they hang around for a few weeks, and sometimes they find new hiding spots, as if they are […]

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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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Isolation, the great connector

To start off European Haiku Day here at Poem Elf, here’s a picture my daughter in Prague created. She took advantage of over-developed film to fiddle around with the image (that’s the technical explanation). She calls it “Pause.” (FYI that’s what those two yellow bars mean. I didn’t know this, dinosaur that I am.)   […]

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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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