the wednesday poem

"There is also in each of us the maverick, the darling stubborn one who won't listen, who insists, who chooses preference or the spirited guess over yardsticks or even history. I suspect this maverick is somewhat what the soul is, or at least that the soul lives close by." - Mary Oliver

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

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Personals Some nights I sleep with my dress on. My teeth are small and even. I don't get headaches. Since 1971 or before, I have ...
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Wednesday, September 23, 2009

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Wild Peaches When the world turns completely upside down You say we will emigrate to the Eastern Shore Aboard a river-boat from Baltimore; W...
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009

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Whelks Here are the perfect fans of the scallops, quahogs, and weedy mussels still holding their orange fruit--- and here are the whelks--- ...
Wednesday, September 9, 2009

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Orkney / This Life It is big sky and its changes, the sea all around and the waters within. It is the way sea and sky work off each other co...
Wednesday, September 2, 2009

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Happiness So early it's still almost dark out I'm near the window with coffee, and the usual early morning stuff that passes for tho...
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