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Falling Into Wonder

to my aunt blanche who rolled from grass to driveway into the street one sunday morning. —Lucille Clifton, “Praise Song,” Aunt Blanche in Lucille Clifton’s “Praise Song” reminds me of the many times I’ve told myself I’m going to do … Continue reading

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Confronting the Essential

Some time back I remember listening to Naomi Shihab Nye talk about what it’s like writing a poem on Bill Moyer’s Language of Life series. Sometimes you set out to write your poem and you think you know where you’re … Continue reading

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