The Palace of Contemplating Departure – Brynn Saito You wandered through my life like a backwards wish when I was ready for deliverance. I was ready for release like a pinball in God’s mouth like charanga on Tuesdays like the summer in Shanghai when we prayed for a rainstorm and bartered our shame, then we … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Brynn Saito
Fear of the Inexplicable – Rainer Maria Rilke But fear of the inexplicable has not alone impoverished the existence of the individual; the relationship between one human being and another has also been cramped by it, as though it had been lifted out of the riverbed of endless possibilities and set down in a fallow … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Rainer Maria Rilke
A few of the things I’m thankful for, every day: French roast coffee, the smell of pine woods on a late fall day, my father’s enormous laugh, the beautiful oak box-beam ceiling in my dining room, the way my dog tilts his head and looks at me inquiringly when I say his name softly, the … Continue reading Thanksgiving 2012
Campbellsburg – Reid Bush Driving State Road 60 northwest out of Salem, 10 miles out– and 10 before you come to Spring Mill Park– off to your right –for just a blacktop minute– is Campbellsburg, which was a town when the man you were named for had his store there, but a glance through your … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Reid Bush
North-Central Minnesotans, I’ll be spending this week in your neck of the woods. Would love to see you at any of these gatherings! Tuesday, Nov. 13, 1 p.m., Brainerd Public Library. Tuesday, 4 p.m., Longville, the Margaret Welch Library. Tuesday, 6:30 p.m., Walker, Walker Public Library. Wednesday, Nov. 14, 9:30 a.m., Bemidji Public Library. Wednesday, … Continue reading Visits to north-central Minnesota this week
The Sacred – Stephen Dunn After the teacher asked if anyone had a sacred place and the students fidgeted and shrank in their chairs, the most serious of them all said it was his car, being in it alone, his tape deck playing things he’d chosen, and others knew the truth had been spoken and … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Stephen Dunn
See how clean my kitchen is? My clean kitchen has nothing to do with this post, but it cheers me up to look at it. Yesterday my youthful companion and I drove 418 miles across Illinois, Wisconsin and Minnesota back to our house. We stopped only once, at a Kwik Trip, where we filled the … Continue reading To hear what isn't being said
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