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“Ode to the First Peach” (poem) (Ellen Bass).
A San Diego friend emailed me this poem this week. How did she know this was the week I was missing peaches so badly? Also missing Annie of Sweet Tree Farms, the best & coolest fruit farmer in the...
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Poem written at dusk, written right this minute (mine).
I am making plum jam and it smells divine because of that vanilla bean steeping in it grown by an orchid in another county’s humidity Misha is outside snipping grapes off the vine to bring to his...
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On the move!
Dear friends & family, We are moving, and it’s all boxes and car rides and hefting and hauling for the next week or so. If I don’t return your calls and emails right away, I Really Apologize! We’ll...
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Little moving poem (mine).
(Written before we moved. & now that we’re settled, whew. I feel good.) *** Today, Thank Heavens, I Have Hands I think less of people who think little creatures are stupider than big ones. I...
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Hanging with friends beneath lightbulbs (& other details).
Kenneth Koch! Why didn’t anyone ever tell me to read him before?! He makes me laugh! Here’s the only poem of his I knew of before the other night when I got really into reading him. It’s his perfect...
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“Big Sigh in Springtime” (poem) (mine).
Big Sigh in Springtime It’s complicated, you know: being alive, being outside at the neighbors’ on one of the first warm nights in half a year, and there’s a doll-sized lamb frolicking around the...
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Yesterday’s morning poem (mine).
Just your average morning shoving three goatbutts into a bright blue Kia then heading off to work. I drive along the first branch of a river, past brandnew calves, sideways barns, and the sign that...
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I wrote this poem instead of taking a photograph.
What’s mine is mine forevermore I cannot prove to you the beauty of my days. I did not photograph the whiteness of the goatsmilk or the child of my friends standing in the doorway of the barn...
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Poem of this weekend (poem of many things) (mine).
This Weekend One red felt hat three pairs of boots three pairs of fancy low-but-clicking pairs of shoes two bikinis one Boy Scout backpack one pair of light light blue Levi’s mom jeans one white...
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“Summer Simmer” (summertime flowertime poem) (mine).
Summer Simmer Soil air sky breeze available now no lease no contract all yours & always open free & more where that came from Jeez you’d think we’d be cherishing all this so hard by now...
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Freelance poem (mine).
I work from home now and I’m jamming to this song today because Margot recommended it and Margot knows what to pay attention to. No, I don’t know Margot but I know other women who create television and...
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“Pregnancy is hands-free” (poem) (mine)
Pregnancy is hands-free I’m growing a child while I sleep I’m growing a child while I weed the lavender I’m growing a child while I fill the ice cube trays I’m growing a child while I wipe down the...
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