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

Friday, October 25, 2013

Here's to our new dog India!

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If Feeling Isn't In It You can take it away, as far as I'm concerned—I'd rather spend the afternoon with a nice dog. I...
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Thursday, October 10, 2013

Maggie Nelson reads tonight at the Poetry Center!

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From Bluets 1. Suppose I were to begin by saying that I had fallen in love with a color. Suppose I were to speak this as though it wer...
Thursday, September 26, 2013

If You Knew

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What if you knew you'd be the last to touch someone? If you were taking tickets, for example, at the theater, tearing them, givin...
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Thursday, September 19, 2013

To the Harvest Moon, the Fall Equinox, and with love to my mom on her 80th birthday!

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Autumn Grasses In fields of bush clover and hay-scent grass the autumn moon takes refuge The cricket's song is gold Zes...
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