Read To Me — Day Nine

Hamlet’s Soliloquy “To Be Or Not To Be” [excerpt], by William Shakespeare To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; […]

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Read To Me — Day Eight

One Art, by Elizabeth Bishop The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice […]

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Read To Me — Day Seven

Solitude, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow it’s mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink […]

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Read To Me — Day Six

The Moment, by Margaret Atwood The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your room, house, half-acre, square mile, island, country, knowing at last how you got there, and say, I own this, is the same moment when the trees unloose their soft arms […]

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Read To Me — Day Five

Valentine, by Carol Ann Duffy Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like the careful undressing of love. Here. It will blind you with tears like a lover. It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief. […]

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Read To Me — Day Two

The Balance Wheel, by Anne Sexton Where I waved at the sky And waited your love through a February sleep, I saw birds swinging in, watched them multiply Into a tree, weaving on a branch, cradling a keep In the arms of April sprung from the south to occupy This slow lap of land, like […]

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Day Three

There is an old Cherokee legend called “The Daughter of the Sun” that has been translated from oral tradition to print, and the print versions vary greatly. The first version I encountered, and my favorite, delivered a chilling moral as well as a lesson in one of the oldest beliefs of the People. The moral, […]

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The Reading List

Fifty books, that’s my annual goal. Each January I am determined to reach that number, and equally determined to write a review on every last one. I have never reached fifty. This year, while I am keeping a Reading List, the usual determination is not manifesting (nor the giddy excitement that comes with fleshing out the […]

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These Holy Temples

To the awkward self-loathing boy that later delivered genius satire in bare-assed memoir, David Sedaris, and to the girl with wavering confidence, bad hair, and skinny legs who became the quirky dynamo writer of everything, Nora Ephron: I declare my undying love and devotion. To the man who reveals spiritual awe in arrangements of the most ordinary of […]

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