Thursday, Feb. 21, 2019 12:01 am
my friend took her african grey parrot to the urbana avian vet for her yearly checkup–pokes prods peers down her beak up her bung takes temp takes blood she doesn’t like it at all (would you?) spi...
Thursday, Feb. 14, 2019 12:01 am
n fifth street poem #32  when we moved into this big empty house in 1970 the kids put up their homemade but genuine tepee in the spacious back yard a few of the poles were promptly stolen so they...
Thursday, Feb. 7, 2019 12:01 am
back in 1981 a musical “The Endless Pavement” was performed on the new         SSU auditorium stage (not yet finished) 40 local kids in little cars they’d...
Thursday, Jan. 31, 2019 12:01 am
for 25 years I published a newspaper The Empty Nest News Letter it wentfirst to family but its popularity caused the mailing list to grow to 200 its masthead featured a bird  with empty nest late...
Thursday, Jan. 24, 2019 12:01 am
anniversary poem 2019 my daughter’s birthday is come around again sometimes I think it’s probably better she succumbed to her own demons  (though she claimed they weren’t her own) for if sh...
Thursday, Jan. 17, 2019 12:01 am
a kind of glorymy folks remodeled an old farmhousea mile from the dairy when I was ninemy cousin paul architecture studentwas a laborer every noon the workerscame down to eat dinner at our housethen s...
Thursday, Jan. 3, 2019 12:01 am
archival discovery #14found my oldest sister’s well documentedbaby book the rest of us had semi-docsor no baby book at all in it jo’s mom wrote ananecdote: “Little Joan, 3, had heard us speak of...
Thursday, Dec. 20, 2018 12:01 am
TO THOSE WHO LIE IN BELLEAU WOODThis poem by my mother, then Vera Wardner,was read at a memorial service held at Bois deBelleau, Aisne, France, Dec. 25, 1923.My father was also there with 30 Boy Scout...
Thursday, Dec. 13, 2018 12:01 am
 Friend’s poem: Little TreasuresA quiet morning. Just the sound of the fanand the ticking of the clock. Both comfort.You ask of childhood treasures. I think back,I see a walking doll. A diction...
Thursday, Dec. 6, 2018 12:01 am
tis the season poem #6advent and hanukkah are now herea story: a student lived at my housea while back I found him rummaging inthe attic among his stuff stored therewhat are you looking for? my menora...


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