Every summer I think I will write when I am here in my favorite place on earth. And I do write--a little. But I like to think playing-- or just staring out the window is sometimes a necessary interval in a writing life. Hah!
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This morning's sky is a pale blue-white, the color of skim milk. Storm
behind us, storm on the way, but for the moment the air shimmers in
silence, bare ...
Ignore the External and the Indeterminate
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… what is a necessary step in the construction of knowledge at one moment
becomes an impediment at another. This is from Biology Under the Influence:
Diale...
Forgiveness
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Shortly after I began the year with some blessings, a friend sent me
Lucille Clifton’s spare, splendid poem “blessing the boats.” We had met at
a poetry wo...
For Jimmy
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President Jimmy Carter committed the ultimate sin. It was one those
right-wing pastors like Robertson and Falwell could never forgive. It
wasn’t just Carte...
Stay away from the pool
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My mother & I were visiting a friend of hers who was living in an apartment
complex that I regarded at the time as positively palatial, what for the
commun...
In Memory of Ed Ochester, Poet & Editor, RIP
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We have asked Ed Ochester (above) to edit our Sunday poetry pages for the
next few months. Here is one of Ed's poems: March of the Penguins The
editor of N...
“In spite of all the learned have said ...”
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Philip Freneau
Philip Freneau (1752-1852) was a journalist and poet in the early years our
country was forming. And, oh, by the way, I once wrote an under...
Balance is important in design
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ligula eget dolor. Aenean massa. Cum sociis Theme natoque penatibus et
magnis dis ...
Proof of Life
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Um, hello? Is this thing on?
I am writing from the Central Time Zone, as we have officially moved to
Oxford, Mississippi for the academic year! And I have ...
Lana K. W. Austin
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Lana K. W. Austin’s poems, short stories, and reviews have recently been
featured in *Mid-AmericanReview, Sou’wester, Columbia Journal, Zone 3,
Appalachia...
The translucent veil of life
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Haha, so the truth comes out. Having 2 children is A LOT more work than 1!
I haven't been able to get out of the rocking chair more than a few
moment...
On the move
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*Gal about town, photo by Bob Perkoski*
Dear readership,
Your humble hostess has been doing a whole lot of what is depicted in
today's photo: walking aro...
Strawberry Month
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The strawberry sweets at Lagusta's Luscious this month are insane! I
missed out last year and decided that this year I would take full
advantage.
I luck...
AWP in Minneapolis, and recommended reading
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Again I've been away from this blog longer than I'd intended. Much busy
with writing, and reading, and life in general.
I'll be attending the annual AWP co...
Remixing the World's Problems Results
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The one thing about judging poetry is that it often takes me much longer
than I expect. For everyone who has waited so patiently for me to get these
result...
In a Landscape - The Playlist
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John Cage, “In a Landscape”
Bob Dylan, “My Back Pages”
Neil Young, “Ambulance Blues”
The Twilight Zone Theme
Babylon 5 Theme
Simon & Garfunkel, “Richard Co...
2 comments:
Wow, looks beautiful. There are definitely times when you should lay aside the pen, and breathe out for a while.
Every year we used to visit Maine. I miss it deeply and profoundly. It is truly what life should be --- except one does have to earn a living.
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