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, October 27, 2010

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All Souls A few of us—Hillary Clinton, Vlad Dracula, Oprah Winfrey, and Trotsky—peer through the kitchen window at a raccoon perched outs...
Wednesday, October 20, 2010

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Storm Catechism The gods are rinsing their just-boiled pasta in a colander, which is why it is humid and fitfully raining down here in the s...
Wednesday, October 13, 2010

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Forgetfulness The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire...
Wednesday, October 6, 2010

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Fear We were afraid of everything: earthquakes, strangers, smoke above the canyon, the fire that would come running and eat up our house, th...
Wednesday, September 29, 2010

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Neighbors in October All afternoon his tractor pulls a flat wagon with bales to the barn, then back to the waiting chopped field. It trails ...
Wednesday, September 22, 2010

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Falling A 29-year-old stewardess fell ... to her death tonight when she was swept through an emergency door that suddenly sprang open...
Wednesday, September 15, 2010

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A Route of Evanescence A Route of Evanescence, With a revolving Wheel – A Resonance of Emerald A Rush of Cochineal – And every Blossom on th...
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