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Word of the Week: liminal (LĬM-ə-nəl)

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liminal (LĬM-ə-nəl) Definition (Adjective) Characterized by being on a boundary or threshold, especially by being transitional or intermediate between two states, situations, etc. In Context "Biologically and culturally, for the child-apprentice it was a liminal moment as he encountered the challenges of puberty at the same time that he abandoned (and was abandoned by) his natural family in order to enter an adoptive one." Steven Laurence Kaplan, The Bakers of Paris and the Bread Question: 1700-1775, 1996.

Word of the Week: liminal (LĬM-ə-nəl)admin2024-03-28T15:36:15-04:00

A Poem for You:Walking Beside the Cemetery, Olivia Street, Key West by Jacqueline Allen Trimble

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Walking Beside the Cemetery, Olivia Street, Key West Jacqueline Allen Trimble The City Cemetery was established in 1847 on “high ground, sixteen feet above sea level” in Key West following the disastrous hurricane of October 11, 1846, where the then beachside cemetery was unearthed due to the winds and seas. —“Historic Key West City Cemetery,” City of Key West Florida In Key West, the living surround the dead, who are the best neighbors silent and agreeable as well-swept porches. A fence that separates this [...]

A Poem for You:Walking Beside the Cemetery, Olivia Street, Key West by Jacqueline Allen Trimbleadmin2024-02-28T10:53:26-05:00

A Poem for You: Sea Girls by A. E. Stallings

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Sea Girls A. E. Stallings for Jason "Not gulls, girls." You frown, and you insist— Between two languages, you work at words (R's and L's, it's hard to get them right.) We watch the heavens' flotsam: garbage-white Above the island dump (just out of sight), Dirty, common, greedy—only birds. OK, I acquiesce, too tired to banter. Somehow they're not the same, though. See, they rise As though we glimpsed them through a torn disguise— Spellbound maidens, wild in flight, forsaken— Some metamorphosis that Ovid missed, With their pale breasts, their almost human cries. So maybe it is I who am mistaken; [...]

A Poem for You: Sea Girls by A. E. Stallingsadmin2024-02-28T10:43:58-05:00

Word of the Week: alliaceous (ăl-ē-Ā-shəs)

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alliaceous (ăl-ē-Ā-shəs) Definition (Adjective) Of a smell or taste: resembling that of garlic or onions, garlicky; also having such a smell or taste. In Context "In the Middle Ages in southern Europe, food tended to be alliaceous because garlic helped disguise the fact that warm temperatures had turned some of the ingredients bad." Mark Morton, Cupboard Love: A Dictionary of Culinary Curiosities, Second Edition, 2004.

Word of the Week: alliaceous (ăl-ē-Ā-shəs)admin2024-03-28T15:35:01-04:00

A Poem for You: Bucolics [LIX] by Maurice Manning

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Bucolics [LIX] Maurice Manning when I see the shadow of the hawk but not the hawk itself do you know what it feels like Boss a stone a stone set on my chest it weighs me down it's stronger than the horse's strain against the plowlines Boss it's like the river after rain I can't hold back the pull the pull that makes me like its heft I even like the shadow's tiny yoke O Boss I feel its curve around my neck I see a flap of wings so black it binds me to the furrows Boss a shadow smarter [...]

A Poem for You: Bucolics [LIX] by Maurice Manningadmin2024-02-27T15:08:15-05:00

Word of the Week: soupçon (sōōp-SÔN)

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soupçon (sōōp-SÔN) Definition (Noun) A suspicion, a suggestion, a very small quantity or slight trace, of something. In Context "And to this he must add more than a soupçon of luck, plus a heavy seasoning of pure nerve." Ernest K. Gann, Fate Is the Hunter, 1961.

Word of the Week: soupçon (sōōp-SÔN)admin2024-02-27T15:09:44-05:00

A Poem for You: Incognito Grief: A Blues by Allison Joseph

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Incognito Grief: A Blues Allison Joseph Who knows the secrets in my gaze? What holds me back when I might choke? Who sees beyond my taut hellos To see the grief etched on my face? Nobody knows what lurks within; Nobody brings me back again. Who needs to disappear for a while? Who sings my name beyond the veil? Who has my memories, my tales? Who’s lurking in my carpet’s dust? Nobody feels this weight beneath my skin. Who knows I’m grieving as I walk? Who has the list of gravity’s costs? Nobody but the man I’ve lost. Copyright © 2024 [...]

A Poem for You: Incognito Grief: A Blues by Allison Josephadmin2024-02-27T10:29:26-05:00

From “The Stuff of Hollywood” by Niki Herd

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From “The Stuff of Hollywood” Niki Herd After ice cream. Somewhere off Clear Creek & 196. Makeshift sign. Uncle Sam white as the lines on the flag in hand mouths love it or leave it. You must admire the gall of white men in carjacked country. Nearby a brief pond. Its skin a stillness. Then up. A bird of prey searches for its— / Goose. On a depthless pond. Deepest tunnel of unbecoming. How does one undrown from the incivility of this world? In the distant. Chimes. A musical score. A willow bends its back toward dirt & some star will [...]

From “The Stuff of Hollywood” by Niki Herdadmin2024-02-27T14:50:18-05:00

Word of the Week: obfuscate (ŎB-fǝ-skāt)

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Word of the Week: obfuscate (ŎB-fǝ-skāt) Definition (Verb) To cast into darkness or shadow; to cloud, obscure. In Context “By trying to expand their opposition into a national, rather than a sectional, battle, southern senators hoped to obfuscate the true issue at stake in the debate – the inherent inequality and repression of the system of white supremacy that they championed.” Keith M. Finley, Delaying the Dream: Southern Senators and the Fight Against Civil Rights, 1938-1965, 2008.

Word of the Week: obfuscate (ŎB-fǝ-skāt)admin2024-02-22T15:48:12-05:00

A Poem for You: Seven Steps to Heaven by Tony Medina

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Seven Steps to Heaven Tony Medina If every bomb Appeared in the sky a dove Shrapnel into rain If vengeance vanquished From the cursed lips of weak men An idea never taking root If every tank vanished If by chance a miracle Peace reclaims the land If laughter broke out Like wars fought with satire’s Pugilist punning What room would there be For anger what bitter root Not allowed to stretch Its tentacles Through the hearts of men hardened By indifference What will we bequeath Our children if not a world Evermore human Copyright © 2024 by Tony Medina. Originally published [...]

A Poem for You: Seven Steps to Heaven by Tony Medinaadmin2024-02-22T16:25:15-05:00

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