• poem for a thursday

    A Poem for a Thursday #113

    Anne Stevenson was a British-American poet and writer. She was born in England but her family moved to New Haven, CT when she was a baby. Stevenson planned to be a musician but while she was attending the University of Michigan she started to lose her hearing. She decided to be a writer instead. Stevenson returned to the UK where she lived the rest of her life until she died in September of 2020. She wrote many volumes of poetry, biographies of Sylvia Plath and Elizabeth Bishop, and several volumes of essays. Stevenson also helped start The Poetry Bookshop in Hay-on-Wye. "You have to inhabit poetry if you want to…

  • poem for a thursday

    A Poem for a Thursday #112

    June Robertson Beisch was a journalist who turned poet in her forties. She published poetry in such journals as The Literary Review and Harvard Review. Her poems were read three times by Garrison Keillor on his radio show. I stumbled across one of her poems and read it because it first line references a favorite aunt. I have a favorite aunt, though mine isn’t much like the frazzled, overpermed one in this poem, and I like the stanza that begins “The auntness of aunts.” I also learned a new word from this. Inutile means “useless, unusuable.” My favorite aunt was unmarried, half deaf and lived alone in a smoke-filled room…

  • little things

    Holding On To Happiness

    Happiness is defined by the Merriam-Webster dictionary as “a state of well-being and contentment.” When I started this blog I was thinking a lot about how we find happiness and the quote from Northanger Abbey that I took my blog name from resonated with me: “It is well to have as many holds upon happiness as possible.” In the current world we live in we need to hold onto happiness with both hands. We are surrounded by stresses and strains and sorrows that many of us couldn’t have even imagined a year ago. To me, a hold upon happiness is different than overflowing happiness. When the phrase occurs in Northanger…

  • poem for a thursday

    A Poem for a Thursday #111

    Jorge Luis Borges was an Argentinean short story writer, poet, translator, and essayist. He won many awards and honors. His writing is described as “fantastical and densely symbolic…in a rigorous and economical style.” He was completely blind by age 55 and scholars have suggested that “his blindness helped him to create innovative literary symbols through imagination.” After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning And company doesn't mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts And presents aren't promises, And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and…

  • life lately

    I’d Forget My Head If It Wasn’t Attached.

    In the last few days I have managed to forget: The first name of a friend I have known for 20 years. (In my defense, I haven’t seen her in years. But still…) The eggs that were boiling on the stove. Are they hard-boiled, soft-boiled, turned into rocks? We will find out shortly. To make several phone calls. What I was thinking about. Literally. I was having a conversation with myself in my head (totally normal, right?) paused, and then couldn’t remember what the (imaginary) conversation was about. To fill out a form that has to be submitted by the end of the month. I know it isn’t the end…