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Feb.05.2013
My favorite love story was first broadcast some years ago on National Public Radio. Early on a weekday morning, a young professional woman from New York boarded a commuter flight to an important meeting in Washington, D.C. One row behind her across the aisle sat a handsome man of about her age to...
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Dec.15.2012
Given yet another gun massacre, I feel compelled to reprise the poem I wrote after the slaughter in Aurora, Colorado earlier this year.   AURORA CORPOREALIS   We need to grieve a while.   For everything we are and have been,   dark reality of our fantasies   that all too...
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Oct.29.2012
  PARIS POSTCARD   How to explain the quotidian? The richness of the not extraordinary self being in the world.   Every day extra croissants with coffee, newspapers in two tongues, an attic room with dark-chocolate beams at the city’s forehead   looking out   on spires,...
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Sep.10.2012
During this campaign season, I hope all of us will take some individual responsibility, some time away from our routines of work, shopping, and leisure, to engage with the larger rhythms of our challenged democracy.  The needs are great, and the planet depends on us.    CANVASSING...
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May.08.2012
Over the years I have written a handful of rhymed poems—more than a handful, it turns out—sonnets, villanelles, quatrains, plus a whole cadre of poems with their own idiosyncratic stanzaic structures that nonetheless rely fundamentally on rhyme at the end of the line. For some reason I have...
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Oct.24.2011
  THE GHOSTS ARE US   The ghosts everyone talks about   everyone fears in sleep or hears mounting the stairs   haunting the house and children   the ghosts are really ourselves   semi-alive in our daily routines   driving to work computing   stirring our...
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Sep.09.2011
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Sep.08.2011
Italy is a gorgeous, maddening, magical country.  For gorgeous, think Renaissance paintings or contemporary fashion.  For maddening, think mounding trash piles in Naples or Sicilian Mafia killings—or simply Silvio Berlusconi. And yet.  The magic always remains and returns. ...
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Jul.07.2011
We are fortunate to live in a county that has enshrined the notion of free speech both in our founding document and in our national consciousness. It is an often troublesome notion, particularly to those who would seek to control the thought and speech of others. But the import of the right to...
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Jun.08.2011
SHAKESPEARE ENVY When I presume I’ve done my deeds so well, I look upon your willowed words and tell myself there’s really no more point in hoping— I might just as well be sitting here alone, that’s the hard truth, toasting shadows, moping for glory in this world before I...
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Mar.10.2011
The female who had the greatest impact on my life, without doubt, was my mother, a nuclear mathematician employed by the Atomic Energy Commission in Idaho Falls, Idaho. A single mother with two young children to raise after her husband left for another woman, she taught me two stringent lessons...
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Nov.11.2010
It is a mistake to imagine expression is ever free. There is always a price. The question is who pays, and when, and why. Am I free to express the wind? Of course—if I can. But most expression is of a decidedly mundane sort that carries hidden penalties. Often we distort truth to make those around...
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Sep.01.2010
I always feel contentedly wistful at the end of summer.  Thank God the heat is abating; reaping is close at hand.  And yet . . . like the proverbial cricket, I feel time for singing reaching its last notes before we crawl inward and hope to survive.    Now we turn back to work in earnest. ...
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