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Prompt: Acquainted with the Night

I think most people would consider an “acquaintance” to be a person we know, but not someone we would describe as close friend. In this…

A Series of Fortunate Poetry Events 2

In my earlier post, I wrote about the actual Series of Unfortunate Events book and TV series and how poetry enters the story with some…

Stopping by Woods on a June Morning

It was a warm June morning in 1922 in Shaftsbury, Vermont when Robert Frost sat down at his dining room table and wrote “Stopping by…

Spring and All

Spring slipped into place yesterday morning. Did you feel it? Perhaps not, since there is a good chance that where you are now doesn’t look…

You Stay Home Too

I have been exchanging poems with friends during this “shelter at home” time. We use email not some video programs, like Zoom, because these are…