The Rules of Evidence –Lee Robinson What you want to say most is inadmissible. Say it anyway. Say it again. What they tell you is irrelevant can’t be denied and will eventually be heard. Every question is a leading question.…
Quote of the Day: M. Scott Peck
Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience. –M. Scott Peck
Poetry: Morning Glory Vine
Morning Glory Vine –Ann Iverson One year as late as October it crawled its tangled journey up the cyclone fence the trellis…
Poetry: Breast Cancer
Breast Cancer –Ann Iverson One time while painting in an unventilated space my husband said, “Ann, breasts absorb everything, every toxic fume and chemical there is.” ~ I…
Poem: Hold On
Hold onto what is good even if it is a handful of earth. Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself. Hold on to what you must do …
Poem: What The Cat Contemplates While Pretending to Clean Herself
(wordweaverlynn, you’ll just hate this one!) What The Cat Contemplates While Pretending to Clean Herself –Nancy Bontilier So attentive to her paws she seems leaning over licking tirelessly but thinking not about what dirt has climbed under her claws. No,…
Poem: Reconciliation
Reconciliation –Walt Whitman Word over all, beautiful as the sky, Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost, That the hands of the sister Death and Night incessantly …
Poem: At Becky’s Piano Recital
At Becky’s Piano Recital –Carl Dennis She screws her face up as she nears the hard parts, Then beams with relief as she makes it through, Just as she did listening on the edge of her chair To the children…
Poem: To a Terrorist
To a Terrorist –Stephen Dunn For the historical ache, the ache passed down which finds its circumstance and becomes the present ache, I offer this poem without hope, knowing there’s nothing, not even revenge, which alleviates a life like yours.…
Ordinary Life
Ordinary Life –Barbara Crooker This was a day when nothing happened, the children went off to school without a murmur, remembering their books, lunches, gloves. All morning, the baby and I built block stacks in the squares of light on…