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Wren
When you look at me your ancestors fall out your eyes– Romania, the Camps, Zion and Lady Liberty. You are traveling still, I may not be home. You look at me when you’ve found a... More »
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I just learned that this one will appear in the spring '08 issue of Loch Raven Review: Big Talking Rocks I’m moving the muscles to breathe in cold water. They feel like bone in the... More »
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A rose by any other name might remind some people of a pickle. Whether it’s a person, a house or the street on which they stand, a name is an opportunity to make a statement.... More »
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At our recent open mic poetry reading, my Open Classroom students surprised me with some birthday poems! This one was written by my 10 year-old: The Wren I Love Best The Wren I love best... More »
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wiselittleraccoon.zaadz.com presents: THE CURIO COAST SPRING POETRY PRIZE Why not tickle the muse to keep the fires of poetry licking our brains this winter? Let's shake things up around zaadz with a poetry contest! This... More »
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Bride of the Wind by Oskar Kokoschka (1886-1980) Oil on canvass, Kunstmuseum, Basel, Switzerland. Self-portrait of the Austrian artist expressing his unrequited love for Alma Mahler, widow of composer Gustav Mahler. _________________ Suiza Suiza sits... More »
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The Thud of Escapement It came to me in the watch museum. It’s weights, hammers and gears. Action, reaction. Action, reaction. The thud of escapement. The dominoes of a story. I want to stand inside... More »
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Thanks for your interest in my personal assistant position. Forgive me for putting out this form letter but I prefer to lay out as many details at once so you can get an accurate idea... More »
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Gin Bottles We know this secluded warm pool and every time my plane lands in your town we agree by looks to dip a little deeper. I’ve been marking my mother’s gin bottles, afraid to... More »
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Sweet Thistle, purple and green. It looks almost furry in the brilliant rising light. It makes you want to take it in hand, despite all you know. --Wren Tuatha
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