Monthly Archives: September 2013

On this harvest moon.

You stopped by, asking for me, and I wasn’t here. You and May. Last night. Saffron told me. And tonight I could cry and cry. You must be tired of hearing me go on and on about family. What a … Continue reading

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Things I’d write if I didn’t have writer’s block

I want to write a letter. A letter to Charlotte. Charlotte Piper, the girl I never had. I want to write about sensible shoes. And how tiresome they can be. Also glass slippers. And how much they can hurt. I … Continue reading

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Drool with me?

This morning, Alison Natasi’s piece “20 Poets on the Meaning of Poetry” in Flavorwire had me drooling. It’s hard to pick a favorite from among such an abundance of riches, but number 9 from Carl Sandburg’s┬áTentative (First Model): Definitions of … Continue reading

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