Tag Archives: This is Just to Say

Imagination

My brother is standing on a ladder shoveling off our back porch roof when a sheet of snow from the house roof creaks loose and cascades over him. With my daughter’s help, he empties little chunks of ice and powdery … Continue reading

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What’s A Poem Worth?

Yesterday, someone said to me, why would people write a poems if they weren’t going to be paid for them? That’s a gulch of perception I may never be able to cross. What is a poem worth, anyway? This morning … Continue reading

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