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April 21, 2010
How public, like a frog
I had to come to the library to print out my new poems. My monitor needs a new battery, but alas somehow the battery was in the PC we switched out for a mini mac in December. Don't ask me, I have no idea how that works. So here I am, stuck in the middle with you. It's so strange to type in room with other people. I need to get out more. Or offline more, because this has been a very productive
April 18, 2010
LA TRAGÉDIE DE CARMEN
Last night my husband took me to our favorite restaurant and a one act opera at Yale. The opera was rather, how shall I put this? Dramatic. The director focused on the arc of Carmen rather than Jose, I gathered from his program statement that at one time in the opera world performing just one act of La Tragedie De Carmen was scandalous, but now it's a completely acceptable practice for small
April 17, 2010
Aries: week of April 15
Photons work hard to get from the heart of the sun to the surface. They can take up to 160,000 years to complete the 400,000+-mile journey. And yet once Earth-bound photons get topside, they travel the 93-million-mile distance to our planet in just over eight minutes. I foresee a metaphorically similar situation unfolding in your life in the coming weeks. A development that has been a long time
Well, If I can't get to the desert
at least I can count on Simmons to bring the very best of the desert to me; check out his photos of White Draw.
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Free shipping coupon -- use coupon code FREEMAIL305 at checkout. (US mail cost/single book order).American Flamingo by Suzanne Frischkorn in Poetry
April 16, 2010
The Complete List
Bloggers Participating in the Poetry Book Giveaway 2010
April 15, 2010
The Big 4 0
I woke up today to the big event I've been dreading for the past year. Yes, for the past year I have been a walking & talking cliche. For the first time in my life I researched diets, and anti-aging secrets. I had spent most of my life working hard not to be objectified and the irony of my complete and utter panic that I would no longer be desired did not escape me. I had gazed longingly at the
