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Laura
178 I cautious, scanned my little life- I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads like mine Should be a-dreaming laid. I put the latter in a Barn- The former, blew away.... More »
Laura
This is something I just kind of put together quickly, just now. Very impromptu. A line from Dave Bonta's wonderful microblog Morning Porch got me thinking along these lines, and here's what came along. Here's the... More »
Laura
Wild, Wild This is what love is: the dry rose bush the gardener, in his pruning, missed suddenly bursts into bloom. A madness of delight, an obsession. A holy gift, certainly. But often, alas, improbable.... More »
Laura
I took myself out for dinner last night. I don't mind going out and dining alone but it had been awhile since I'd done it. Jasper has a relatively new restaurant, 61 Main, that serves... More »
Laura
Language---how it comes together or doesn't in the hunks of it my students hand me at the start of the year. what I can see in between the bad spelling and invented words and run-on... More »
Laura
On Orchids We live by tunneling for we are people buried alive. To me, the tunnels you make will seem strangely aimless, uprooted orchids. But the fragrance is undying. A little boy has run away... More »
Laura
Turning the Garden in Middle Age They have lain a long time, these two: parsnip with his beard on his foot, pudding stone with fool's gold in her ear until, under the thrust of my... More »
Laura
Burnt Kabob Last year I admired wines. This year I am wandering inside the red world. Last year I gazed at the fire. This year I am burnt kabob. Thirst drove me down to the... More »
Laura
After Smoke After smoke, a clarity to air---the air trembling with presence. After smoke, the linger of vapor, the noun of smoke that is a verb. After gray smoke, a sight and sound to distance.... More »
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