by the Night Writer I saw the following poem on The Writer’s Almanac the other day and thought it was pretty good. Naming My Daughter (In the Uruba tribe of Africa, children are named not only at birth but throughout their lives by their characteristics and the events that befall them.) The one who took [...]
by the Night Writer Hah. I noticed that the following poem was featured in the Writer’s Almanac on Saturday — the day after the Mall Diva’s ultrasound. The author is no W.B. Picklesworth, but he does have a knack for the subject. The Alien by Greg Delanty I’m back again scrutinizing the Milky Way of [...]
by the Night Writer The last of my grandparents, my maternal grandmother, is fading away. I don’t know if she will last until I, too, become a grandparent later this summer. Her tiny frame shrinks a little more each day, her grasp on time and place as shaky as her fingers trying to take hold [...]
by Night Writer It went from “cold” to “damn cold” overnight and when I got up this morning it was -12F here in South St. Paul. The “high” today is supposed to brush 0, which reminded me of this poem by George Bilgere: Zero First it was five above, then two, then one morning just [...]
Christmas 1963 Because we wanted much that year and had little. Because the winter phone for days stayed silent that would call our father back to work, and he kept silent too with our mother, fearfully proud before us. Because I was young that morning in gray light untouched on the rug and our gifts [...]
by the Night Writer Fall is my favorite time of year, and this year it looks as if it will be fleeting. Snow for the second time this week this morning and we’re not to Halloween yet. Buffy reminded me: I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts. The field of cornflower yellow [...]
by the Night Writer LIFE ON EARTH is pulled down hard on a man’s head. This life was made by hatters. A busy street is only coffee, bread, and hats. The smell of a man’s hat – an old man’s hat – is like the nostril of a horse. You are breathing in what something [...]
Okay, guys, how are you coming on your Valentine’s Day plans for your wife or significant other? Have you selected the special, highly personal playlist of songs and burned a CD or uploaded it to her MP3 player? No? Well have you written her a poem, or a letter, telling her how much she means [...]
I came across this poem in time for “Blogs for Choice Day” today: Middle-Age by Pat Schneider The child you think you don’t want is the one who will make you laugh. She will break your heart when she loses the sight in one eye and tells the doctor she wants to be an apple [...]
I think the poem below pretty well sums up why I write — blogging or otherwise. From The Writer’s Alamanc today: VII I would not have been a poet except that I have been in love alive in this mortal world, or an essayist except that I have been bewildered and afraid, or a storyteller [...]
