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Laura
On impulse I picked up Judson Mitcham's now out of print first volume of poetry, Somewhere in Ecclesiastes, this evening and turned to this poem. He is from my hometown and I've loved his poetry... More »
Laura
Recently my job has taken me into those places. Occasions that allow or force me to be present in a very immediate and conscious way. this is sometimes challenging but of late it has brought... More »
Laura
I believed that everything was sentient: the sky, the stars, the earth, the puffballs I found in the woods under dry leaves, crickets in corners with their creaky hinged legs, fallen leaves I found and... More »
Laura
this may be one of those stories you tell yourself that you eventually come to believe, but I don't think it matters. my first memory is of sitting with my grandmother, Ruth Sorrells, at her... More »
Laura
The hard brown football shapes of pecans Fall in wooden drifts along The angles of her rooftop, The nutty wedges of amber meat Mouldering as she hears that dull ripe rain Arrive And then diminish... More »
Laura
these are from Naomi Shihab Nye's collection A Maze Me: Poems for Girls . I guess I wonder what newspaper the report at the beginning of the first pome is from, but the idea is... More »
Laura
Much the same as I am as an adult, in essence anyway. Dreamy, introspective, given to walking in the woods and reading copiously. Too prone to wanting friendship and connection on my own terms,... More »
Laura
I was my own best friend as a child, but I had others who joined me in a sort of colluding circle of camaraderie that felt private and sacred to me. There were the... More »
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