Poetry: Edna St. Vincent Millay

I want­ed to do some­thing dif­fer­ent for today’s Thing-a-Day, and I signed up to be part of Live Read­ings a while back but had­n’t record­ed any­thing yet, so I’m post­ing this is both (all three?) places. What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why (Son­net XLIII) by Edna St. Vin­cent Mil­lay What lips my […]

Poetry: Michael Blumenthal

For my Sam A Mar­riage You are hold­ing up a ceil­ing with both arms. It is very heavy, but you must hold it up, or else it will fall down on you. Your arms are tired, ter­ri­bly tired, and, as the day goes on, it feels as if either your arms or the ceil­ing will soon col­lapse. But then, unex­pect­ed­ly, something […]

R.I.P. Madeleine L’Engle

I start­ed this post on Sep­tem­ber 7, the day after the grand lady moved on to find out what’s next. I find myself cer­tain that she was­n’t afraid, that she looked for­ward to a reunion with her hus­band Hugh and oth­ers who had gone before. And yet I, who nev­er even met her in per­son, was too upset to fin­ish the post or even look at it again for two months.

Poetry: Robert Frost

Orig­i­nal­ly pub­lished at Ene­my of Entropy. Please leave any com­ments there. The Arm­ful For every par­cel I stoop down to seize I lose some oth­er off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slip­ping, bot­tles, buns, Extremes too hard to com­pre­hend at once. Yet noth­ing I should care to leave behind. With all I have to hold […]

Poetry: Kryptonite

Kryp­tonite –Ron Koertge Lois liked to see the bul­lets bounce off Super­man’s chest, and of course she was proud when he leaned into a loco­mo­tive and saved the crip­pled orphan who had fall­en on the tracks. Yet on those long nights when he was read­just­ing lon­gi­tude or destroy­ing a mete­or head­ed right for some nun, Lois considered […]

Poetry: We Bring Democracy To The Fish

We Bring Democ­ra­cy To The Fish –Don­ald Hall From White Apples and the Taste of Stone It is unac­cept­able that fish prey on each oth­er. For their com­fort and safe­ty, we will lib­er­ate them into fish­farms with secure, durable bound­aries that exclude preda­tors. Our care will pro­vide for their lib­er­ty, health, hap­pi­ness, and nutri­tion. Of course all crea­tures need to […]

Poetry: Kolmården Zoo

Kolmår­den Zoo by Bill Coyle Over our heads, trail­ing a wake of air and an enor­mous shad­ow as it passed, the fal­con glid­ed to its trainer’s fist and set­tled like a loaded weapon there. Then, while she fed the bird bit after bit of…what? rab­bit? the train­er gave her talk: These birds, she said, prey on the small and weak, adding […]

Poetry: Change

That last was so dark that I had to post some­thing a bit lighter. Change –Louis Jenk­ins From The Win­ter Road All those things that have gone from your life, moon boots, TV trays, and the Sovi­et Union, that seem to have van­ished, are real­ly only changed, dinosaurs did not dis­ap­pear from the earth but evolved into […]

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