This week I memorized and recited one of David’s favorite poems for #PoetrySummer. I realized yet again on Friday that I hadn’t even started for the week, and being the kind husband that he is (in most regards), David chose (…)
Sugar wings in my mouth… #PoetrySummer, Week 8
I’m a day late in posting again, but I promise, I said Joy Harjo’s Desire for David last night before the stroke of midnight. (Actually, there are no clocks that strike in our house, and I’m sad about that now.) (…)
Oh, how I lust cover you.
Working as a library assistant is great for many reasons, one of which is the sheer volume of books that happen to fall beneath your glance on any given day. This blessing loses much of its, oh shall we say, (…)
Round Three–Year of Reading at Your Mercy
I’m almost finished with Lamb, Karen’s pick for Round Two of my Year of Reading at Your Mercy, so it’s time for me to poll another group for what I’ll read next. David pulled a slip at random from Caterpillar, (…)
I was visiting David’s family home place in Polk County yesterday, where there is no internet connection, but even though I couldn’t blog about it on time, I successfully recited my poem on Sunday for week 7 of #PoetrySummer! It (…)
Second Guess
I wrote and fiddled with 1065 words the other day. The first 160 or so, below, are the only ones that don’t make me cringe as I read over my work. (And who knows? They might make me cringe tomorrow. (…)
Some vibration going… #PoetrySummer, Week 6
I had a much harder time with Fiddler Jones than I did with any of the other poems I’ve memorized so far for #PoetrySummer. I think it is a combination of my preoccupation with the Hogsmeade Is for Wizards program (…)
For Spaceship Skies
Eva sings well and with heart, and she loves to perform her songs, as long as she knows the people she’s entertaining and as long as she knows her song well or can spontaneously create a song of her own (…)
My Love, My Own… #PoetrySummer, Week 5
This week for #PoetrySummer, I memorized and recited a sonnet from Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s Sonnets from the Portuguese–Sonnet 38 (XXXVIII), to be precise. Like last week, this is a poem from my grandma’s household poetry book, which I own now. (…)
