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A Thanksgiving Poem

On Thanksgiving, I visited my in-laws’ home with Hubby. I wore makeup, blue jeans and a sweater, I drove the car part of the way, I didn’t have to cover my head, and several of the MEN in the family served … Continue reading

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“Ode to Browsing the Web” by Marcus Wicker

“Ode to the Browsing the Web” by Marcus Wicker Two spiky-haired Russian cats hit kick flips on a vert ramp. The camera pans to another pocket of the room where six kids rocking holey T-shirts etch aerosol lines on warehouse … Continue reading

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Something to Aspire To

“Sonnet 2:  Not That I Always Struck the Proper Mean”       by Alan Seeger   Not that I always struck the proper mean  Of what mankind must give for what they gain,  But, when I think of those whom dull … Continue reading

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Springtime Hurrah

It’s too stormy and rainy here to take photos of my own garden which is becoming slightly green in late April, and I’m not a poet, so I am borrowing a photo and a poem for today’s post. It’s probably … Continue reading

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Thank you, Tony Hoagland

“There Is No Word” by Tony Hoagland There isn’t a word for walking out of the grocery store with a gallon jug of milk in a plastic sack that should have been bagged in double layers —so that before you … Continue reading

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“Thinking for Berky” by William Stafford

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything, so for my first post of my favorite season, I’m diving in with a great splash of a poem. “Thinking for Berky” by William Stafford In the late night listening from bed I have joined the … Continue reading

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“The Cranes, Texas January” by Mark Sanders

 “The Cranes, Texas January” by Mark Sanders I call my wife outdoors to have her listen, to turn her ears upward, beyond the cloud-veiled sky where the moon dances thin light, to tell her, “Don’t hear the cars on the … Continue reading

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