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A Poem for You: Taurus Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising by Paul Tran

admin2023-04-11T10:20:23-04:00

Taurus Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising by Paul Tran Sigh of the Santa Ana through the chaparral clinging to the mountain. Through the sunflowers at night, searching for the sun, along the river no longer a river. The wind kissing the river, its stone face, and making each stone a matchbook. A match. A book on fire. The river a library on fire. The wind a woman running through the valley on fire. Searching. The sunflowers turning toward her. Her nightgown a book turning its own bright pages in the wind. Smoke the color of chaparral. Smoke clinging to her, making [...]

A Poem for You: Taurus Sun, Cancer Moon, Scorpio Rising by Paul Tranadmin2023-04-11T10:20:23-04:00

Word of the Week: ineluctable (in-ih-LUK-tuh-bul)

Stephanie Whetstone2023-04-11T10:58:47-04:00

Word of the Week: ineluctable (in-ih-LUK-tuh-bul) Definition (Adjective) not to be avoided, changed, or resisted : inevitable In Context Mr. Unkrich faced a dilemma. On the one hand, he believed that artists should not be restricted to 'only telling stories about what they know and their own culture.' But he also needed to safeguard against his ineluctable biases and blind spots, and ensure that his film didn't 'lapse into cliché or stereotype.'" Reggie Ugwu, The New York Times, 19 Nov. 2017

Word of the Week: ineluctable (in-ih-LUK-tuh-bul)Stephanie Whetstone2023-04-11T10:58:47-04:00

A Poem for You: Who’s That BY ANA BOŽIČEVIĆ

admin2023-04-06T12:21:21-04:00

Who's That BY ANA BOŽIČEVIĆ Eloquent Silence of everyone I ever loved This cloudy Friday evening Spring but still cold A smattering of new buds Who's that Swaddled in The uneasy atmosphere In silence No chatter or pleasant surprise The lusty rush of a weekend With the beloved Who's that Sprouting now out of The cottony silence With silky whips Still hanging from their little chops Who is it straining To pop out Of the hardwood Rings of time Into the cool air Like there's another cool world On the other side of this one Worth pushing Through to or maybe We're [...]

A Poem for You: Who’s That BY ANA BOŽIČEVIĆadmin2023-04-06T12:21:21-04:00

A Poem for You: In Spring BY ROSE KING

admin2023-04-06T12:17:06-04:00

In Spring BY ROSE KING I'm out with the wheelbarrow mixing mulch. A mockingbird trills in the pine. Then, from higher, a buzz, and through patches of blue as the fog burns off, a small plane pulls a banner, red letters I can't read— but I do see, over the fence, a man in a sky-blue shirt walking his dog to the beach. He says he missed it, will keep an eye out. Four barrows of mulch around the blueberry bushes, I'm pulling off gloves, and he's back, beaming. "It says, I LOVE YOU, MARTHA. Are you Martha?"

A Poem for You: In Spring BY ROSE KINGadmin2023-04-06T12:17:06-04:00

Word of the Week: quern (kwûrn)

Stephanie Whetstone2023-04-06T12:04:19-04:00

Word of the Week: quern (kwûrn) Definition (Noun) A simple, typically hand-operated, device for grinding corn, etc., consisting of two stones, the upper of which is rotated or rubbed on the lower. Also: a small hand-mill for grinding pepper, mustard, etc. In Context "Virtually every activity which involved the crushing of material led to the purchase of a quern or mill." Gitte Hansen, Steven P. Ashby, and Irene Baug, Editors, Everyday Products in the Middle Ages: Crafts, Consumption and the Individual in Northern Europe c. AD 800-1600, 2015.

Word of the Week: quern (kwûrn)Stephanie Whetstone2023-04-06T12:04:19-04:00

A Poem for You: Dream Nest by Dana Levin

admin2023-04-06T09:56:13-04:00

Dream Nest Dana Levin More like a basket of twig and hair, surprisingly tall and deep— in a tree outside my bedroom window. I knew something lived in there you wouldn’t assume lived in a nest. Then I knew: a human lived there. And once I knew— the nest, nearly disintegrated, still in the tree. It wasn’t about trauma, the perfect and then the broken nest in which a human lived— Born and lit and [...]

A Poem for You: Dream Nest by Dana Levinadmin2023-04-06T09:56:13-04:00

Word of the Week: scapegrace (SKĀP-grās)

Stephanie Whetstone2023-04-06T12:02:01-04:00

Word of the Week: scapegrace (SKĀP-grās) Definition (Noun) A man or boy of reckless and disorderly habits; an incorrigible scamp. Often used playfully. In Context "Young Rockett, something of a scapegrace, was by the baronet's advice sent to sea, and thenceforth gave his parents no trouble." Angelique Richardson, Editor, Women Who Did: Stories by Men and Women, 1890-1914, 2002.

Word of the Week: scapegrace (SKĀP-grās)Stephanie Whetstone2023-04-06T12:02:01-04:00

Book of the Month: Heartburn by Nora Ephron

admin2023-04-10T14:50:12-04:00

Heartburn by Nora Ephron Critical Evaluation “Heartburn” is a comic novel, written in the first person, about cookbook author Rachel Samstat. In almost every way, Rachel resembles Ephron. It is a withering revenge novel that follows one of her most Instagramable, tote-bag-worthy dictums: “Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.” With “Heartburn,” Ephron reaped artistic and financial hay from the heartbreak of her second marriage. Others have followed her lead ever since. “Heartburn” is a Washington novel and a Washington Post novel: It’s based on Ephron’s explosive breakup with legendary Post Watergate reporter Carl Bernstein, who had [...]

Book of the Month: Heartburn by Nora Ephronadmin2023-04-10T14:50:12-04:00

A Poem for You: April Is a Dog’s Dream BY MARILYN SINGER

admin2023-03-30T11:57:00-04:00

April Is a Dog's Dream BY MARILYN SINGER april is a dog's dream the soft grass is growing the sweet breeze is blowing the air all full of singing feels just right so no excuses now we're going to the park to chase and charge and chew and I will make you see what spring is all about

A Poem for You: April Is a Dog’s Dream BY MARILYN SINGERadmin2023-03-30T11:57:00-04:00

A Poem for You: How Soon BY GORDON HENRY JR.

admin2023-03-30T11:54:53-04:00

How Soon BY GORDON HENRY JR. The story goes from in a rainfall to sister walking a field browned autumn. And when she arrives winter has come, so the old man rises from his chair, picks up matches, pipes and tools, and walks out to begin again. The sculptures grow by the day, birds in ice, recognizable eagles, a bear who began as a man in a moment of dance. He does this in ice, all winter carving at dawn, carving at dusk. And sister after walking a field browned autumn, arrives, watches from the east window, waits, goes out to him [...]

A Poem for You: How Soon BY GORDON HENRY JR.admin2023-03-30T11:54:53-04:00

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