Poetry: Ice Storm

Ice Storm –Jane Keny­on From Oth­er­wise: New and Select­ed Poems For the hem­locks and broad-leafed ever­greens a beau­ti­ful and pre­car­i­ous state of being… Here in the sub­urbs of New Haven nature, unre­strained, lops the weak­er limbs of shrubs and trees with a sense of…

Hmmm

We acquired an HP 5510 Office­Jet All-in-One printer/fax/copier/scanner this past week­end. It uses a USB inter­face. I’m real­ly want­i­ng to try a USB wire­less print serv­er on this thing. I don’t like hav­ing to be wired to any­thing. It seems…

Poetry: Landscape

Land­scape –Mary Oliv­er From Dream Work Isn’t it plain the sheets of moss, except that they have no tongues, could lec­ture all day if they want­ed about spir­i­tu­al patience? Isn’t it clear the black oaks along the path are stand­ing as though…

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