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Resolved:

I ought to read more poetry – I write it all the time. My sonnets are my thought, my joke, my diary and diatribe. I love the sound of Service, stanzas wrought by Donne and much of Yeats, but I’m … Continue reading

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FMV

There’s no Fair Market Value for a poem. Equipment isn’t needed to proceed. It’s folk-art that can be composed at home and won’t pay, so I won’t pay you to read. With so few viewing every chosen word, I’d be … Continue reading

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Averse

Less confrontational than you’d expect, considering her New York origin, trained early with impatience to reject the banal and the bland, and play to win, she moves and speaks so fast you’ll think her tough, but she will pull her … Continue reading

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Inspiration

“You oughta be a lawyer,” Mama said; “the way you always argue” she would add. She meant no compliment, but sought instead to quiet and suppress me. Even Dad who seemed to like me aimed to modify my passion, my … Continue reading

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Not Done Yet

A year ago, I thought I might be done with sonnet work, except revising those already written, read by few or none. I’d take a break and maybe turn to prose. I had a thousand little songs or more; I … Continue reading

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MotorMouth

She’d learned enough to talk when she was two. She used the skill so often that her speech grew quick and quite sophisticated too: vocabulary years beyond the reach of playmate ears, the patience of her mom, attention any teacher … Continue reading

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Prompts

I used to read a writers’ magazine. I gave it up for teaching nothing right. But I recall advice – where you can glean ideas for plots and people: how you might pay heed to all the chatter in the … Continue reading

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