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

Thursday, April 28, 2011

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“ how to write a love poem” Just today, telling a boy in juvee how to write a love poem, I’m stammering over ideas of detail and unique, tr...
Wednesday, April 20, 2011

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To We The People Lake of creatures and malady People sometimes flourish under the sun The moonlight creatures come out Micah (Age 9) 4/17/20...
Wednesday, April 13, 2011

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How to Spot Someone in Love with You They tell you you’re brilliant. They bother you. They say, “Do you want some of my cookies?” They are t...
Wednesday, April 6, 2011

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Late Poem " . . . a matter of changing a slide in a magic lantern." Nabokov I wish we were Indians and ate foie gras an...
Wednesday, March 30, 2011

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On The Origins Of Things Everyone knows that the moon started out as a renegade fragment of the sun, a solar flare that fled that hellish fu...
Wednesday, March 23, 2011

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The Lists I have had, at last count, 44 jobs. Besides writing. Because of my ferocity on the subject of writing, I have refused promotion,...
Wednesday, March 16, 2011

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Give All to Love Give all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good-frame, Plans, credit and the Muse,— Nothing refuse. ...
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