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Monthly Archives: July 2014
Poem: Sarah Speaks, 1957
Sarah Speaks, 1957 by Roy White You do not love cookies, you love people, and don’t always be talling them, either! What did the girl imagine I would say, with her I looove your cookies, great-grandma, thrusting her bare enjoyment … Continue reading
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She’s Not That Into You
A young woman I know works in the produce department of a grocery store, so when she told me she had become interested in poetry, I naturally thought of Pablo Neruda’s Elemental Odes. These include poems in praise of … Continue reading
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You Can Call Me Queen Bee
When I saw Nicola Griffith’s Hild pop up on the BGL catalog, I wondered if it was that Hild, mover and shaker in the Northumbria of the 600s, abbess of the double monastery of Whitby (double meaning it contained both … Continue reading
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