Postscript
May 15, 2025

My friend Elizabeth gets messages from the dead. When her wonderful husband Ben died of a rare leukemia at barely fifty, she mourned him as she had loved him – passionately and in great depth. About six months after he…

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Televison memories
May 15, 2025

……its always…..in hindsight…… In hindsight, i realize the glow caught me early. Hypnotized me right off. And in the stark black, white and gray scale of what was possible to our uneducated eyes, i needed no color…that would have blown…

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Like Letters from the Dead
May 15, 2025

You draw me pictures in your notebook. I settle in alongside you. This, after just a few minutes ago when we were openly teasing and laughing at each other across the cafeteria aisle. You ask for my number but I…

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There is of course, poetry
May 14, 2025

Agatha and Ernst fell into a sort of rhythm. They read books, and they exchanged letters about the books. Then once a month Ernst came to visit his uncle and he and Agatha met, with their families of course, and…

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A poem needs a pal
May 14, 2025

I do something for myself every single morning of my life. I take a poem outside and read it aloud, as soon as I can. When I’m at home and it isn’t raining outside, I put on my robe and…

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No Poetry
May 14, 2025

Another step, and she stopped and waited for her breath to catch up with her. She still held her child in her arms. It was appalling how little she weighed, but her legs kept cramping, and so she stopped, suffering…

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Creative Writing Classes in the Age of Bots
May 14, 2025

[Short fiction, an exercise] "There is of course poetry," said the novelist to her class one day, by way of a taunt. The kind of invitation that challenges the meandering wordsmith toward a path of sparseness and meaning every word.…

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Language of the Gods
May 14, 2025

Hail Poetry....as Gilbert and Sullivan so melodically stated it long ago. Poetry, the distillation of any language worth paying attention to, if only ears were willing to listen and eyes were hungry to discern ...and not just surface meaning, but…

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Buona Fortuna!
May 14, 2025

…….with the trust thing, she thought…..Good luck with that……As for happiness? ( she snorted)….READ THE ROOM!!! ( but she said it to herself in archaic Italian…). In her world, there was only mistrust…. Impassionata D'Eleganzario A Bard of stout heart,…

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There Is, Of Course, Plenty
May 14, 2025

[I replaced the last word here!] of cars, of hairdressers, of mustard, of tweezers, of cats, of matches, of gasoline, too. Of cheap knock-offs, of Teslas, of rambunctious teens, of daisies in the grocery, of waterfalls, of the sea, of…

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The Hapiness You Cannot Trust
May 13, 2025

Her mother busied herself packing. The bags were set along the bottom of the stairs in a row where they would be lifted by a metal cable up the stairs and then loaded outside the sanctuary once the transports arrived.…

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On ‘Frozen’ and Waffles
May 13, 2025

On ‘Frozen’ and Waffles I saw the movie “Frozen” when it first came out along with a then nine year old friend of mine and her mother who is also my friend. I had a lot of questions about that…

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