Free donut holes, my friends, free donut holes! Available at the Red Balloon Bookshop on Grand Avenue in St. Paul, tomorrow morning (August. 10) at 10:30, when I’ll be reading that new little book over to there to the left. “The Case of the Missing Donut.” Stop by and say hi if you’re in town. … Continue reading Free Donut Holes!
“Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,” says poet Mary Oliver, “the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting. . .” I was 18 when my parents drove me over from the Adirondacks and delivered me and my belongings to college. I remember watching them drive … Continue reading Andes Mint #24: The World Offers Itself to You
This mint is adapted from one in the archives, because at around one last night I realized that it was no longer dark-gray Monday but mustardy-chamois Tuesday, and I started thinking about synethesia all over again. From a question in Padgett Powell’s book of questions: “If you could assign colors to the days of the … Continue reading Andes Mint #23: Synesthesia
You’re the keeper of a tiny house on a hill in the woods in Vermont. The house is one room, 11′ x 19′, with a tiny sleeping loft and a tiny porch. At first there was just land. Over the years –quite a few them at this point– you added electricity, tunneled up in a … Continue reading Andes Mint #22: Off the grid dabblement
Pleasantville, New Jersey, 1955 – Ellen Bass I’d never seen a rainbow or picked a tomato off the vine. Never walked in an orchard or a forest. The only tree I knew grew in the square of dirt hacked out of the asphalt, the mulberry my father was killing slowly, pounding copper nails into its … Continue reading Andes Mint #21: Poem of the Week, by Ellen Bass
Your friend Absalom vows Haiku Friday! Feeling lazy, so do you. Did you manage to write your chapters? Yes. Good girl. Now you can go hike. Tromp up the mountain, tromp back down. Same mountain, same tromp. Never gets old. Stay back, rocks. Don’t roar down just as I’m climbing up. I don’t want to … Continue reading Andes Mint #20: Haiku Friday!
Get up at 4:00 a.m., make and drink a cup of strong coffee, get dressed, wheel your roller bag out the dark path to the dark car, head to the airport, get on the first of two small planes that land you in the White Plains airport at noon. Rent a car. Tap in the … Continue reading Andes Mint #19: Kingsley