I am in here.
My husband does not like to drive with me (he as passenger) over twisty mountain roads. My husband does not like to listen to the music of Miles Davis. I have decided today that these two phenomena have a common root. I’m not sure the root has a name (chaos), but I think I can … Continue reading kind of blue kind of roads.
Waking up to poetry, and the possibilities for today. Shabbat beginning at sundown, which is longer and longer off as the spring passes. I hope the daily trivia does not suck me into it, so that I end up wondering where all the time passed, and regretting. At the end of such a day, I … Continue reading days of words
We here, in my lovely hometown of Cincinnati, are preparing for an invasion the likes of which haven’t been seen here for a long time — seventeen years, to be exact. Our invasion will consist of three entities, Magicicada septendecim, M. cassini, and M. septendecula, aka cicadas, in unending quantities. Deafening quantities. Underfoot crunchiness. Overhead … Continue reading Invasion!
I keep a sort of personal anthology of poetry by other people, right here on the blog. It’s under “anthology” in the categories over there on the left, surprisingly enough. I get lots of hits on those things from school and university sites. I wonder if there are similar courses out there among the lot … Continue reading Poetry Hit Parade
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