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stephen-evans's picture
Sep.09.2013
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall Heard only...
steven-belanger's picture
Aug.30.2013
More thoughts that don't have the steam (or maybe I just don't) to be their own blog entries.   --Completed 200 pages of my novel manuscript, and we're rolling right along.   --Sox's text polls are actually advertisements for AT&T and for whatever options are available.  For...
naseem-rakha's picture
Dec.07.2011
Every once in a while, in Oregon's Willamette Valley, we have a weather phenomena called "freezing fog." Yesterday was one of those days. Everything covered in a sheath of horefrost, everything silent and still. The day passes in a dim, gray light, the world erased from view. 
anni-kerlin's picture
Dec.11.2009
  Sitting at my computer, reading what I had just written over and over, warm and cozy in jeans, thick socks and T-shirt, sipping at my coffee, I felt as if the walls were starting to squeeze me in so I had to get out and get some air.  It is quite chilly so I bundled up with my boots, jacket...
susan-browne's picture
Sep.24.2009
I've said many farewells.  By the time I was twenty-eight, I'd said good-bye to two husbands.  Then I lived alone until I was forty-one, when I met Kenneth.  I lived with him for nine years before we married.  I didn't want to rush into anything.  A part of me didn't believe I would stay.  But the...
mary-wilkinson's picture
Feb.10.2009
How nice it is to have another female in the house.  My thirteen year old niece and her brother are staying over for a few days, while their parents take a two day break in Paris. I suppose  one could say that this is a huge benefit to living in Ireland as it is possible to hop on a plane for...
tom-bradley's picture
Oct.01.2008
Robert Frost or Rod McKuen or someone like that said, "When a man makes a poem, it spoils him for other work."  I say that when he makes a novel, it puts him on total disability.
cheryl-l-snell's picture
Jun.22.2008
The WaPost has his personal account today of the Frost vandals' rehab: http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/06/20/AR2008062002679.html I hadn't read Frost's poem Out, Out for such a long time, I was once again unprepared for the ending: The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the...