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Saturday, January 24, 2015

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEITH REHM & Has it Been SO Long?

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It has been. Too long. I loved this little thinking place. So much of my days were spent thinking aloud to a quiet room in many the quiet se...
Wednesday, April 03, 2013

The Glass Frogs Begin

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It's here! National Poetry Month  where  I feel not only justified in saturating us in poem and talk of poem, but compelled!  I am parti...
Monday, April 01, 2013

To End the Day in Elegy

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My mom's closest friend's son died yesterday. He was only two years older than I am and I grew up with him. That was a long time ago...
Monday, February 18, 2013

If not before April, then April

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to write about Glass Tree Frogs, to finish the poem for Gladys and the one for the raccoon and for Malinda Markham :-(  This will be my Apri...
Wednesday, January 30, 2013

January, Dear January

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It's been a while since a real update here at Intagliod: blog named after the unbelievably joyous arrival of my first book. In that ti...
Tuesday, January 29, 2013

The Next Big Thing Series

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Thanks to Amanda Auchte r for tagging me. Watch soon for responses from: Lesley Jenike , Cynthia Arrieu-King and Kelcey Ervick Parker. He...
Friday, January 25, 2013

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEITH REHM!

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If all day yesterday I had not been putting January 23 on my documents, then perhaps today when I went to write a check at my vet's offi...
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"I will tell you in a few words who I am: lover of the hummingbird that darts to the flower beyond the rotted sill where my feet are propped; lover of bright needlepoint and the bright stitching fingers of humorless old ladies bent to their sweet and infamous designs; lover of parasols made from the same puffy stuff as a young girl's underdrawers; still lover of that small naval boat which somehow survived the distressing years of my life between her decks or in her pilothouse; and also lover of poor dear black Sonny, my mess boy, fellow victim and confidant, and of my wife and child. But most of all, lover of my harmless and sanguine self." John Hawkes
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