Reasons for blogging
I think the poem below pretty well sums up why I write — blogging or otherwise. From The Writer’s Alamanc today: VII I would not have been a poet except that I have been in love alive in this mortal...
View ArticleA Poem for “Choice”
I came across this poem in time for “Blogs for Choice Day” today: Middle-Age by Pat Schneider The child you think you don’t want is the one who will make you laugh. She will break your heart when she...
View ArticleOne day left
Okay, guys, how are you coming on your Valentine’s Day plans for your wife or significant other? Have you selected the special, highly personal playlist of songs and burned a CD or uploaded it to her...
View ArticleAn old man’s hat
by the Night Writer LIFE ON EARTH is pulled down hard on a man’s head. This life was made by hatters. A busy street is only coffee, bread, and hats. The smell of a man’s hat – an old man’s hat – is...
View ArticleFool’s gold
by the Night Writer Fall is my favorite time of year, and this year it looks as if it will be fleeting. Snow for the second time this week this morning and we’re not to Halloween yet. Buffy reminded...
View ArticleA Christmas present from the past
Christmas 1963 Because we wanted much that year and had little. Because the winter phone for days stayed silent that would call our father back to work, and he kept silent too with our mother,...
View ArticleCold enough for ya?
by Night Writer It went from “cold” to “damn cold” overnight and when I got up this morning it was -12F here in South St. Paul. The “high” today is supposed to brush 0, which reminded me of this poem...
View ArticleCatherine
by the Night Writer The last of my grandparents, my maternal grandmother, is fading away. I don’t know if she will last until I, too, become a grandparent later this summer. Her tiny frame shrinks a...
View ArticleThe Alien?
by the Night Writer Hah. I noticed that the following poem was featured in the Writer’s Almanac on Saturday — the day after the Mall Diva’s ultrasound. The author is no W.B. Picklesworth, but he does...
View ArticleShe who…
by the Night Writer I saw the following poem on The Writer’s Almanac the other day and thought it was pretty good. Naming My Daughter (In the Uruba tribe of Africa, children are named not only at birth...
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