“I’m Still Falling Through Its Silence”

One reader of my Fourth of July dis wondered why I had this thing against fireworks, booze, and patriotism. Beyond the fact that they're odd bedfellows, let me make clear that I am not a dyed-in-the-wool curmudgeon. Just a dyed one. As proof, let me go on the record (at my age, a slow-playing 33 …

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How Do You Like THEM Apples?

There's nothing quite like the quiet after a storm. Thus my love for the Fifth of July, waking early, hearing only birds and wind through tree and leaf. It makes me feel so, I don't know. Independent of noise. Thank you, God. Yesterday was a passing strange day for this blog. Holidays are slow days …

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So On and So Fourth of July

Here we go again. My third least favorite holiday (after Valentine's Day and Halloween, I mean). The one no one calls July 4th and everyone calls "The Fourth of July." Still, this year brings an unusual Fourth. First there's the elephant in the world, Covid-19, rubbing its hands in glee at the thought of big …

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Random Thoughts for Another Midsummer Night’s Eve

But two days left to spring and then the longest day of the year on Sat., the 20th. Only why do they call it "Midsummer" (as in "Night's Eve") if it's the first day of summer? I've always wanted to ask a learn'd astronomer that, but they all went into hiding after the Walt Whitman …

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“This Ridiculous and Undignified Early Death”

I like to meet new poets via their poems (the antisocial distancing aspect is an extra benefit). This weekend, via The Penguin Anthology of 20th Century American Poetry edited by Rita Dove, I met a poet named Andrew Hudgins via his poem "We Were Simply Talking." This poem did something I did in a poem …

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