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Book Review//Stories for Winter and Nights by the Fire
Those of you who live in the same hemisphere as me might have some questions about this photo. After all, it isn’t winter and yet I am reading a wintery book and knitting mittens for my daughter. It is going to be 80 degrees F tomorrow. What is wrong with me? What is wrong is that I am way behind on a lot of things these days. I actually read this book back in January but I read it while recovering from gallbladder surgery. I should have reviewed it right away but I didn’t and apparently the pain meds made me groggy because I don’t remember much about it. I…
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A Poem for a Thursday #261
Dorothy Parker was a poet, critic, and satirist. She was known for “her caustic wit, and eye for 20th-century urban foibles.” I enjoy the way that her writing frequently has a bite in its tail. I have featured one of her poems previously. You can find it here. My own dear love, he is strong and bold And he cares not what comes after.His words ring sweet as a chime of gold, And his eyes are lit with laughter.He is jubilant as a flag unfurled— Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him.My own dear love, he is all my world,— And I wish I'd never met him.My love, he's mad,…
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Three Non-Fiction Books
I have had the paradoxical problem of having had lots of time to read recently but not much time to write about what I have been reading. I am using this post to catch up on some of that. I am afraid a good portion of this post is going to end up being a long list of quotes I enjoyed from the books. It is what it is. The first book is one I have been working my way through for a long time now. It is The World-Ending Fire: The Essential Wendell Berry. I first heard of this book through Claire at The Captive Reader. She and I…
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A Poem for a Thursday #260
I haven’t posted on here in a few weeks. Hopefully, my absence was noted! My daughter and I were in Scotland and London for vacation. We had an absolutely wonderful time and I am sure I will write a post all about our adventures. It is a good way to force people to look at my photos. In the meantime, here is one photo and a poem about Scotland. It was a day peculiar to this piece of the planet,when larks rose on long thin strings of singingand the air shifted with the shimmer of actual angels.Greenness entered the body. The grassesshivered with presences, and sunlightstayed like a halo on…
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A Poem for a Thursday #259
May Sarton was a prolific poet, journalist, and novelist. Literary critics often overlooked her in the early part of her career but eventually, they came to appreciate her “calm, cultured, and urbane” writing. Sarton’s writing examines themes of love, friendship, feminism, and sexuality. In the evening we came backInto our yellow room,For a moment taken aback To find the light left on,Falling on silent flowers,Table, book, empty chairWhile we had gone elsewhere,Had been away for hours.When we came home togetherWe found the inside weather.All of our love unendedThe quiet light demanded,And we gave, in a lookAt yellow walls and open book.The deepest world we shareAnd do not talk aboutBut have…
