Thursday, Jan. 26, 2012 03:08 am
readingpoem #7            A recent letter from my sister, Pat, relates this tale about our oldest  sister Joan as a kid. joan read all the time &ndash...
Thursday, Jan. 19, 2012 03:54 am
when anyone says “how are you?” – a common greeting – I reply cheerfully “holding up” – that seems an acceptable answer and it’s true.I needn’t el...
Thursday, Jan. 12, 2012 12:07 pm
featherspoem # 6 it deceives, this winter warmth twice now I’ve heard a familiar ck-ck-ck high on my back porch and known it was my old tenant the cardinal – when I looked there was the li...
Thursday, Jan. 5, 2012 01:40 pm
let’s praise old ladies’ beautiful bodies I see them daily in the Y shower room myself included some of us gaunt sinewy some with rolls of fat some in between but most with rounded bellies...
Thursday, Dec. 29, 2011 02:24 pm

A recent letter from my sister Pat relates this tale about our oldest sister Joan as a kid.

joan read all the time — do you recall when we were parked in front of the post office I don’t remember quite how it began but I have a clear picture of our sister emerging from the p.o. d...
Wednesday, Dec. 21, 2011 12:47 pm
My Gift           This poem was written by my mother,Vera Wardner Dougan, to my father,for their first Christmas together, 1924.If I could give to you one only gift...
Thursday, Dec. 15, 2011 03:32 pm
you could buy your way out of the civil war pay someone two hundred dollars to take your place the farmer on the road near us (well before my grampa was born) did so his replacement was killed. many y...
Thursday, Dec. 8, 2011 03:30 am
swanpoem #1a lone swan patrolled this little stretch of the ohio for five years until he disappeared some say they saw him flying south in the company of two whistling swans so my friends’ small...
Thursday, Dec. 1, 2011 03:33 pm
catalpaforest story part 1near the wisconsin farm we lived onwe kids at exploratory age followedthe crick discovered upstream a groveof trees planted incongruously in rowsstrange trees catalpa trees w...
Wednesday, Nov. 23, 2011 05:27 am
phonepoem #1the phone just rang it was newt gingrich without preamble the voice said “this is newt gingrich – as someone who loves america” – at which I hung up I can think of ...

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