tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3987945978672976162011-12-28T19:34:01.416-08:00Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: KeatsOdes and Aireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15182716826982548765noreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-398794597867297616.post-67677707484708701182011-09-07T10:38:00.000-07:002011-09-07T10:38:57.924-07:00

Retaining Wall Pieces of the house jagged lumber, rusty  nails, crumbling over  underlayment, the damp,  the dank, the rot pulled  away, carted away, weighed,  paid,  left  to fill land far away. Victims rebuild after  storms, measure the damage,  estimate the cost. I wait  for the adjuster to write it all  down:  The mimicry behind  the remains of our home. You and I are too much weather

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Well Read I am musty he a first edition velum antebellum, parchment, leather. We have read each other biblically: calm psalms, an exodus a revelation. From browsed,fingered, and borrowed to archived, and shelved, our spines are rarely cracked anymore. That raucous rachis not even preserved in the afterword. Something in the smell of an old book: the glue, the ink, the acid from a

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My 11:20 Rhetoric and Composition class met Gabriel Thompson, the author of one of their assigned novels . This is the second semester that I have included his book, Working in the Shadows, in my syllabus. During the winter break I emailed Gabriel to see if maybe he would be interested in making the journey down the GSP from NYC to speak to my class. I was thrilled when he promptly wrote back.

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This winter I have hit the oven, not in anger or in Sylvia despair. I am baking my way through January and enjoying the delectable outcomes as well as the residual heat. Generally with baking the rule is to be scientific; follow the directions verbatim, blah blah blah! I did that once or twice with excellent cookie recipes from Cooks. The cookies were delicious, maybe a tad too sweet, or not

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Irish Arts Day Sat, Feb 26-11:00 to 4:00 at Maris Stella in Harvey Cedars, LBII'll be harping sometime around 1 and Kevin will bepiping just after. Come have some soda bread and tap your feetto our jigs and reels.

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William Carlos Williams Poetry Cooperative of Southern Bergen County presents: This program is held at the Williams Center for the Arts, One Williams Plaza, Rutherford NJ Call the Rutherford Public Library at 201.939.8600 for more information. Poetry in Rutherford Wednesday, June 2, 2010 7:00 PM Featuring Rosemarie S. Sprouls and Michael O’Brien Plus the words of William Carlos Williams & open

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I will be pulling my harp strings for all you shopping brides at Mallard Island Yacht Club http://www.mallardislandyachtclub.com/ for the first annual Long Beach Island Wedding Road Show.http://www.visitlbiregion.com/weddings/road-show-registration/

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http://www.southjerseyunderground.com/South Jersey Underground has published my short story "Pis En Lit" This issue is full of striking photos, artwork, poetry, short stories and music. I am excited to be a part of this total arts venue.

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so much depends upon a red rain barrel filled with rain water beside the white cottage

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            Decade Minus OneI'm looking through the zeros  in 2009, the last pair of spectacles  between a two and a nine hanging awkwardly around my ears, The stem end and blossom ends of a decade framing the final magnified glance at the next nine hundred and ninety years, a freaking flowery nine mimic. My ear loops and eavesdrops on hints and haunts and hailstorms to come. So independently

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Gaineville Coffee Shop Rutherford NJDecember 4thBook Release and ReadingConjure Illinois deckled in rain: Corn fields whispering through the Connemarra burren;Hear the crop crackle over a peat fire.OBrien's lines blendthe midwest's abundant harvest with hot irish whiskey.come sit and listen

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frazzle sweet tarts on my tongueleave a tinglean imprint of corruptedtaste buds, a foreign color behind a foreign smile.like the nearness of starsin autumnpricking holes in identifyingpatterns, I get too close to thingscan't step out of pain or euphoriato watch for a while.  I am so much in common:an orange tongue,the milky way.

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HaloLittle girls huddled on a playgroundpretending to have the bad habit.We sucked in the searing cold betweentwo exposed fingers: the sign of peacebefore a mocking pout of pink lips.We held each breath to make it warm,filling it with a selfish essence. My personalscent of peanut butter blended with tunafish, Cheetos, and Oreos on the release of our recess aromas. The competitionof expulsion

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So Much DependsThe meadows were soaked in rain.   The meadows soaked up the rain.   The soaking meadows rained,  The rain soaked the mead, oh!,  The mead owes the soaking rain,   soaking rain make me some mead!     The drive home was like  that:  wiper mad rain  pelting the windshield,  the gush - way too loud  for the soft voice of Nick Drake  humming from the cd player  to calm the difference.

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A Pretty Shade of BlueI have peri wrinkle lines, the tease of a  crease,  my skin's relaxed response  to any tension just before  the bright blue time of life.   Peri my Persian,   mythical superhuman,   original evil and eventual good is playing tricks with every mirror.  Where is the graceful genie in this face or the face  of friends, aging and frail? I now admire the forgiveness  of twenty

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Daily devotion An elderly italian man sipping  espresso from a gold  rimmed demitasse cup  said that after God created  Adam, he created coffee.  Oil from the lemon zest  added a delicious slick  to the surface of his idea. Eve came later, he said,  from the deckled edge  of an unwanted rib. He pointed  to his lower right side,  far away from his heart  and continued: Coffee gave  her jitters so

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JulyDuring its fiercest  moment fire flies  across a highway: a soubresaut by  Merce Cunningham. His hot body leaps  forward with feet  pointed and legs  together. And just  moments before the blue lick sparks,  by no particular storm, lightening bugs my dog

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Sleep TightWhy blame the skin -  it does not have legs so it cannot crawl  or slither when the midnight  hour calls the bug to slide out of its baseboard.  Darkness is her silent  dinner bell. Each night  it beckons more uninvited  guests to dine amidst four  hundred count linen. Polishing  off in silver service, feasting  on the unsuspecting, hosting  on the host. They tuck into  our body

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Comport I recently discovered that c-o-m words are essential to my marriage. We are a combination of complexities.  We compromise to comfort each other. Life compiles problems and together we compact them into more manageable components. He  commands; I combust,  and then he commiserates. We complete each other's sentences in our commodious home and believe in the comic relief of compulsions. I

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the president is in russia; it is sunny here, and I am hungry. on occasion a dog will eat  his own vomit. the president is in iraq; sleeping pills don't work during full moons. like so many bugs floating in half full water bottles world wide, I'm trying to get out of a lucite well. the president is treading lightly on the phone to north korea; on thursday, a woman  and a teenager exhausted 

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FootingsI watched a pile driver  send a twenty foot pole  into the sand, pure violence -  slamming a once vibrant tree  to grasp the ground, to stay  a house without rhizomes  and tubers, just a single tap  root establishing a claim.    To be certain, for soundings  and descendancy, the home  needed fifteen supports,  a double digit death of green  to clamp it to brown ground.  Stripped of leafy

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The Interruption of Inflections It stood outside my sleep; I listened, watchful  of its presence and affected a rem flutter to fool  the interloper:  I was seeing only dreams. The sound moved,  my husband's scuffle on cool tile flooring  became the familiar.   I peeked. He stood  watching a more  distant sound, frozen  in the vision of a whistle, like some invisible  descendent of the same old

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Wake He quakes Someone takes a head count. Many forsake their truth, hug condolences. The director makes announcements. Temporarily quieted two nuns pray for the sake of her soul. Medicated mother cries lakes into buckets.   Shoulders shake  for lots of reasons. The back room bunch fake empathy for the man  who's eaten his cake Her sewn smile speaks its last page.

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Highway Respite I thought that they would grow  up and relieve me of the daily  do.  I thought I was done digging  the nest, hauling around fertilized  eggs, dragging my hard shell up  some beach in the dark to deposit  my pirated booty. But my mother reminded  me during a recent rant  on the phone that I was more  possum than sea turtle: Clinging  to her belly fur and tail, choosing  to play

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EvaluateThe colors of flowersthis week are perverse:pole dancing pink,vivacious violet,a showy rhodo. Springis full push, no matterwho is in her way. Likewords that sound badon the tongue: guffaw,circumcise, amputate,pruned limbs scream akimboMay evicts April and rushesJune to move in. I lookfor lavender; my husbandchecks for peeling barkon the ash. By augustwe usually settle downto marigolds and

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The watercolorist opened a box to reveal the shredded remains of unsuccessful portrayals. I use these in the pieces hanging here she explained, pointing at framed compositions, her reattached fragments bleeding into dismembered memory, tears healing into new forms, like scars that resemble objects from happier times. She had gatheredand forced dried grass to grow again behind glass, to coexist

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Happy Mother's day, ........or not.  I wish I was with my mother.  No she is not dead, so that option as a reservation is not yet available.  My mother is sweet and shrinking in a small town in North Carolina and I will call her later and hug her through wireless lines. Mother's Day was created by Anna Jarvis as a day for each family to honor its mother and I am not sure its visionary looked

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trees out the windowwords on the screentrees out the windowblinking cursor on the screentrees out the windowspringing cursor on the panepain from the curser treehouse far away

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OBAMA  WINSAmerica wins............. and we deserve to win....... all citizens of the United States - not just those with a wealthy voiceThank you GOD for granting us the chance to serve all peoples of our nation with equality and justice.    GOD BLESS AMERICA    

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From the Greek:Autos 'self' + ism                                    Art by BT SproulsFingers pointthe market,the airport,the beach,the park,the classroomof average kids:fingers."What's wrong with him?"Her suburban repliesremedy the unacquainted:"I spoiled him."Her unconventionalsolutions unnerve                                           their ignorance.Homeopaths,reflexologists,acupuncturists,

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Kevin and Brendan were crew on the delivery of  The Meerwald  (www.ajmeerwald.org) from Bivalve NJ to Baltimore MD.  The pic was taken during the parade of schooners in the harbor, the day before the race was to begin.  Great people, yummy food, perfect weather - thanks Captain Jessie, Captain Bill, First Mate Carol and all the crew for a fabulous time! 

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Frame of MindI live in a frameheld together by nails,a balance of headersand deep frost lineproof foundation.I frame my viewswith frilly curtainsand majestic brocades.Individualized visionspilling out of structure.Structure containing, main-taining, retaining the spill.I choose to matte signedand numbered prints withdeckled edges, mat mysize eight prints at the door.Straight lines toooften fight

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Memories keep us dreaming, recharge us to put two feet on the floor every morning, reconnect us with ourselves and those we have lost touch with. YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAs the parent of one of these imps I have stopped time every time I encounter this photo.  I am not twenty years older; they are not independent, not living worlds apart, not troubling over ailments or bills or the schmigaldy challenges

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Presidential Candidate Barak Obama Top of his class - Harvard Law.  President of the Harvard Law review, a brilliant community organizer, creator of a voter registration drive that registered 150,000 new voters, Constitutional Law Professor for 12 years, State Senator representing 750,000 people for 8 years, United States Senator representing 13 million people for 4 years, sponsor of 131 bills,

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Happy HourSimmer all indecentintentions intoa delectable chocolatefondue sauce, sitround a round table,point a freshly dippedgraham cracker pokerat a debated gatheringof disagreeable peopleand wait.It drips.Share the mometof salivation.  Tinglingwet well below the tonguethat sticks, flicks, mimicskicks best when anyoneis down.  Recognize that puretime before taste;understand the communicationof

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A health tip for all who suffer from flat feet or morning sore feet.  I ouch on first feet out of bed each morning and then walk it off - finally understand that high school jock expression - walk it off.  So this morning with feet up on the ottoman, I researched the discomfort and found the following explanation.  The web is wonderful for answers to the two to three hundred dollar plus time

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10:09 p.m. Sept 22 EST.  Stand an egg on its head, stand on your egg head, or at that hour on a monday stand up straight and hail the gravitational pull that keeps you and your egg so well balanced.  Fall trounces in insisting an unfelt balance.   The ocean fluffs foam on the beach, pushes a tidal high far up river.  I secede from the unbroken power and for the time being will await further

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Check out Jim Klein's new book!  Order it at:http://www.lulu.com/content/3531319

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I begin this blog - inspired by my daughter's communications from Norway.   I commit to this space a spilling or dribbling of sites, sounds, passions, revelations.  I begin with the hope for a shift in public gov't and thinking.  Summer ends today but the coming Autumn is not a fall from light and promise.  November's pinhole promise will widen as this month ebbs.  

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