After a lifetime of winter (the Adirondack mountains, Vermont, Minnesota) I can do without -40 windchills, insta-frozen nose hairs, ice and the mummification required to step onto the front steps with shovel in hand, but I could never do without the change of seasons. Spring, summer, fall, winter: I don’t know how life is experienced … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Tom Hennen
Last night I woke up around 2 and lay in bed picturing the bag of French roast, the French press, the blue teakettle on the black stove, the heavy cream in the fridge, and how great it would be, come morning, to pour the coffee into the speckled enamel mug I stole from my daughter. … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Ed Skoog
Young woman across the street, waving and calling to me as I trudge through the snowdrifts on the way home from my astonishingly wonderful church for the non-churchy, where I go seeking solidarity amongst my equally post-election troubled neighbors and friends: “Mama! Mama!” Me, calling back: “I’m not your mama!” YW: “Thank you, mama, come here!” … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Kaylin Haught
Poetry sites are bookmarked on my computer and the first thing I do when I wake up is go from one to the other, reading poems. Four per morning, sometimes more. I hardly ever read any poems I like. Why do you read poems you don’t like? asks the man who knows me best, watching me … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Nancy Henry
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Telling all sides of the parenting story
Waking Up to Your Dreams
On James Baldwin and Diverse Literature
Putting those recalcitrant toddler cancer cells to bed...
your own PDK for writing
a collection of beautiful words.....
Objects, Memory and Meaning
If it can't be said in a hundred words, then it can't be said in a thousand.
sewing a handmade wardrobe
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Thoughts on the world around me
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