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Mnemosyne Writes · 1Y ago

A Post-Valentine’s Day Post

My love undoes me Laces, buttons, ribbon, hair pin We roam a field of sheets, a room of longing My hair is the river he traverses Lost where there is no finding Lost where there is only a traveling I am his body’s cartographer My lips make and remake trails The roads are sinuous and [...]
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Mnemosyne Writes · 1Y ago

A Poem for Sunday

Those Winter Sundays - Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the room
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Mnemosyne Writes · 1Y ago

in which I confess to being an anglophile

A few distinct traces of my British past: I’m frequently told I have a “funny” accent I have yet to encounter the question to which tea is not the answer There are 2 dishes I can make from scratch in my kitchen at any given point in time, no matter how neglected the food shopping gets. [...]
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Mnemosyne Writes · 1Y ago

Ice Fishing in February: A Guest Post

My dear friend, Robert Wesolowski, is a self-described: Former Boy Scout, former sailor, former banker, former husband(s), current business consultant. I think you’ll find that he neglected to include: Current ace photographer and droll wit. 1.Easy drive to the end of the world. Arrived at 0645 to c
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Mnemosyne Writes · 1Y ago

Well, hello, fancy meeting you here…

It occurs to me that it’s been far too long since my last post, and if it weren’t for the frequently updated Twitter feed, I’d have to sit down and seriously answer the question: How long must a blog be idle before it’s declared legally dead? Well, for what it’s worth, you have my sheepish apologies
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Mnemosyne Writes · 1Y ago

To read, perchance to write

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been compelled to write something because I was struck by a particularly stirring passage in something I was reading. It could be a short story, a novel, a newspaper article… the sensation is of someone seizing you by the lapels and grabbing your complete atten
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Mnemosyne Writes · 2Y ago

Homeworkland, a dreary place

Sometimes the boys and I doodle while working on ze endless math homework. They love learning new things, but the repetition required to master the concepts becomes exponentially more grueling once they’re home and could be playing outside instead. As for me, I hated homework the first time around.
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Mnemosyne Writes · 2Y ago

in which I make a list

It’s the fifth consecutive gray rainy day in Kalamazoo, so it’s either start building an ark or entertain myself with utter silliness. The incomparable Dorothy Parker wrote this caption for Vogue in 1916: Brevity is the soul of lingerie. Yes, she was absolutely marvellous (follow link for more quote
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Mnemosyne Writes · 2Y ago

I am from cherry blossoms and a great Elm

It’s been a rough couple of days… my grandfather died on Tuesday morning.  My mom called from Chicago to tell me that he passed away peacefully as she and my aunt were tidying up his room. He was 86. I never knew my grandfather on my Dad’s side (he died when my Dad was very young), so with Lolo gone
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Mnemosyne Writes · 2Y ago

An entire month devoted to poetry? Yes, please.

It’s National Poetry Month again! http://www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/41 Go ahead, wax poetic, frolic with words, read your favorites out loud (while you wait at the bus stop, etc.). The brilliant, award-winning poet (and friend), Luisa A. Igloria, recently had an amazing conversation with U.S. Poet
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