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steven-belanger's picture
Dec.09.2013
Photo: Allan Pinkerton, Lincoln, and Major General John A. McClernand at the Antietam Battlefield, from the massive Library of Congress Collection, at this link: http://rs6.loc.gov/ammem/alhtml/brady.html    After I saw Spielberg's Lincoln, I bought Doris Kearns Goodwin's Team of Rivals...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Sep.17.2013
September 17     Ovoid   I can pretend at this normal life for a period of time then the plaster starts to crack on this white picket fence and it’s all down hill from there.  I am better than I was; I am happier and more well adjusted, yet I am still far from fitting with the...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Mar.19.2013
  March 19   If I name it do I know it?     Does emotional proximity necessitate a nearer name?  Far off I would be called earthling possibly human.  On this plain, female maybe woman; in this country Mrs. Theriault; in my home call me Sherrie, but in my bed hy calls...
dale-estey's picture
Oct.21.2011
A true story for All Hallows' Eve, although it did not happen on Halloween.  I was visiting the Bay of Fundy island of Grand Manan. I had booked a room in a bed and breakfast and arrived mid-evening. I went elsewhere for a meal, but did meet the owners, and noted...
sofia-diana-gabel's picture
Mar.27.2011
Well, it's my birthday today...again. I used to dread turning another year older, but I don't really care anymore. It's an accomplishment to make it another year and I look forward to the year ahead. My daughters have completely spoiled me. I had breakfast in bed, a dozen white roses and amazing...
michael-lipsey's picture
Mar.15.2011
One of the more insane pieces of art I ever made was in Chicago, circa 1966. It was a kind of mask, called “I Swallowed An Electric Motor.” The title was stenciled in large letters around a four foot circle of plywood. The eyes were bare flashing lightbulbs. Crude plywood nose. Big red O of a mouth...
sherrie-theriault's picture
Aug.04.2010
August 4         Sleep Tight   Did you dream?  Sleep the sleep of faultless souls?  Or twist the sheets as in that Gilbert & Sullivan treatment?  Are night time wrestlings an indication of decadent day- time activity?  Or is it all simply a matter of happenstance? ...
amira-nagati's picture
May.08.2009
Wake up in bed, in a bed..Four seconds to realize, there is nothing..Open a pair of haggard eyes, something's missing..The embroidery of the cushionStamped on my plain face,At least now it is ornamented..Something's missingThat cannot be replaced..Close your eyes, it's hard to seeHard to wake up to...