Hello Again My Fellow Speaking Spirits, My Dearest Partners In Crime And Redemption: Personal Update, Opinionated Tidbits & A Tall Glass Of Water In Bullet Points

It could all be a lot worse–history proves just how bad the future could be. History reaches far beyond the internet. Even Google will tell you that. I never knew the privilege of lockdown 2020. I won’t hold a grudge, promise. I don’t believe the virus is a conspiracy or a hoax. The moon landing, […]

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Letter Writing Series, Day Three

Dearest benevolence, singing Christmas morning, bedtime story. Home. My first glimpse at creativity and stamina. Hope. Positive energy. Frost ended a poem with miles to go before I sleep. You began every day with that. Raised children with that. Surely the weight of it was only burden some days, rather than reward. Still, you offered […]

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Tell The Truth But Tell It Slant

Once again I am indulging in ModPo, a free Coursera presentation by the University of Pennsylvania. It is a treasure. Today I listened to the close reading and discussion of Emily Dickinson’s Tell The Truth But Tell It Slant (sometimes presented as #1129, sometimes as #1263). Below the link (which I hope y’all can all […]

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APAD: Fox and Furnace, by William Wright

1. Tonight so clear the Milky Way shimmers like a stoked furnace, the scattered stars like rogue embers deep in a bloomery. I recall my father’s face, the orange light of the wood stove imprisoned in his skin, his eyes trapping the firelight until he’d lobbed and poked the pine logs, then shut and latched […]

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APAD: Proof of Poetry, by Tom Sleigh

I wanted first to end up as a drunk in the gutter and in my twenties I almost ended up there— and then as an alternative to vodka, to live alone like a hermit philosopher and court the extreme poverty that I suspected lay in store for me anyway— and then there were the years […]

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APAD: Empty House, by James Kimbrell

Every few nights I walk over here, screen door opened And springless, leaves now up to the second step, No one watching out the window but me with my  elbows On the ledge, my face staring back at my staring in. What if, all along, I’d been waiting in there? What if The bird left […]

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