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Profgrrrl was talking about purging 1 the other day and it got me to thinking about my own purging. This weekend we began the process of swapping out winter clothes for spring clothes. I usually get rid of a few things in this process–from both seasons–and the kids’ stuff gets purged too. Mr. Geeky is…

Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,Asleep on the black trunk,Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.Down the ravine behind the empty house,The cowbells follow one anotherInto the distances of the afternoon.To my right,In a field of sunlight between two pines,The droppings…

How do we navigate this precarious time, a time when they are pushing and we are pulling? How do we explain that we have mapped out a road but we want them to find their own way? How do we help them when we haven’t even cleared out the brush from our own path yet?…

Here goes: Milkcow’s Calf Blues–Robert JohnsonThe Take Out–Widespread PanicRip This Joint–The Rolling StonesRespectable–The Rolling StonesWatching the Detectives–Elvis CostelloSo Wrong–Patsy ClineBlack and Blue–Lyle LovettLeavin’ on your Mind–Patsy ClineAll Around the World–Paul SimonRoute 67–Let’s Active random10 Please consider donating to my efforts in the Susan G. Komen 3-Day Walk for the Cure

Too much work, and no vacation,Deserves at least a small libation.So hail! my friends, and raise your glasses;Work’s the curse of the drinking classes. –Oscar Wilde In honor of drinking with the work buddies tonight! poetrymonth, poetry, poetrymonth Please consider donating to my efforts in the Susan G. Komen 3-Day Walk for the Cure

I should be preparing for a discussion I’m leading on Social Software.I should be finishing revisions to a chapter of my book.I should be working on my Science and Blogging talk.I should be folding clothes and putting them away.I should have gone to the store.I should have checked on the bills.I should have done the…

I sat all morning in the college sick bayCounting bells knelling classes to a close.At two o’clock our neighbors drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying–He had always taken funerals in his stride–And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow. The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pramWhen…

This is for Pilgrim/Heretic, who is beginning to lose things. One Art The art of losing isn’t hard to master;so many things seem filled with the intentto be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the flusterof lost door keys, the hour badly spent.The art of losing isn’t hard to…

I plan to exercise every day. I made that a New Year’s resolution. But it’s been rough going. First, the cold got to me. Then I fell down the stairs. Then it was just hard getting back to the routine. I’m still not in the habit of exercising every day, but I think about it…

With a bit of explanation. My Ph.D. exams were on sonnet sequences. I have to admit that this was the most fun part of taking my exams, finding all kinds of new sonnet sequences. Someday, I’d like to hunt down some more. This poem I heard at a reading in Minneapolis at a writer’s conference…