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Mar.01.2009
Dante, Back Door     If not highway, I   was his   rural route to god.     He was a back door man,   in mind,   you understand,     he wrote and wrote until   I was sore.   Sorely tried.      I need someone    younger    he said.       I'm twelve, I said.    I dont have women friends,    he swore...
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Feb.28.2009
Baby's headstone, Norwood Road Church, February, 2009
Lullaby for Charles          (Charles Albion Anderson, born and died, June 10, 1880, Norwood Church Road, Virginia)         Tiny one, your stone        torn,      your name rests on the hollow        of a stricken tree.      Mama and Father        nowhere in evidence.      Maybe their plot is wide...
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Feb.25.2009
Charlotte Pence wrote a gorgeous review of Packing Light: New and Selected Poems, for Public Republic, the eclectic, dynamic online arts journal edited by Katerina Klemer.  The review shows up today, 2/25: http://www.public-republic.net/ I want my publisher to see it, and my sister, and my husband...
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Feb.24.2009
Mary Mickle's grave, Norwood Church, Virginia
Poor Mary            (Norwood, Virginia)     Poor Mary Mickle, "Forever   with the Lord,"     in dirt   by Norwood Road Church,     the railroad moved her   20 feet due west,     with four children   buried in 1850.     Poets offer daffodil buds   in February.     We want backstory,   ...
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Feb.24.2009
Norwood Church Road graveyard, Virginia
At the little church in Norwood, babies from the 1800's are scattered in the graveyard.  The railroad transplanted some. I didn't understood Emily Dickinson's line until now:  "Her face was in a bed of hair..."   We laughed in poetry class about that line, thinking it was very sexual.  ...
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Feb.23.2009
I hiked a couple of miles up the mountainside toward the promontory, here in backwoods Virginia, where the James River meets the Tye.   From my vantage point, I could see the embrace of the two glittering rivers.   I didn't take my camera, I only wanted to carry my thoughts. The landscape looked...
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Feb.20.2009
Treachery      Beatrice never caught Dante with a blonde.    No need, Dearie.    The sky cat      kept his boys in line.  If Dante drew near    someone unbeatific, Whiskers    cracked a steep maw.      One day Dante veered toward alien strands.    Curses!  cursed the stars.    Beatrice tripped over...
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Feb.20.2009
The view from The Porches, Norwood, VA
Confessional      So what, I lied about wilderness wi-fi, I'm    hooked up in Deliverance country,    backwoods, no place    for a Jewish girl.  Fed up with rustic.      Deliverance country, my GPS gone dark    as desire, no NPR, no Lagavullin, no bar.    Sick of rustic.   Time's rough,    bring...
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Feb.16.2009
It's true--we put an ocean between us and the Cossacks, keep our feet on city sidewalks now.  But I am going to a retreat in the Blue Ridge Mountains for two weeks, to a historic home recommended by my friend Katherine Smith.   It's a real retreat, no cell phones, internet or TV.  I'm already...
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Feb.15.2009
Just back from AWP in Chicago, windfalls of light and love and connection, and dips down into self-doubt and grey moods.   The good stuff:  my husband went along as he had a scientific conference downtown.   He ran the powerpoint for the panel.   And he ran my powerpoints as well, but that's the...
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Feb.14.2009
Still in Chicago, a light snow covers the ground and lake shore.  My view is grey and white, but still exquisite.  Like a cake decorated with doilies and powdered sugar. I'm glad though that I don't live here.  It snows infrequently in Tennessee--we only see it on days when I'm doing the book...
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Feb.09.2009
I'd love to meet Red Roomers who might be in Chicago for the Associated Writing Program conference.   My panel on "Reentering the Black Forest in Poetry, Prose, and Drama," will be on Thursday, February 12th, 3 pm in the Boulevard Room of the Chicago Hilton.   But there's plenty of time...
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Feb.09.2009
Hedwig Schwarz, in Marienhospital, 1952,
This astonishing photo of Hedwig Schwarz, my great-aunt, came to me almost by chance, via a distant relative in Los Angeles. Hedwig was one of the few Jews in the Horb/Rexingen area of Germany to survive deportation.   She was crippled before the Holocaust, 45 years old at the time of the 1941...
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Feb.07.2009
High Cost Blues      You know you're lost when you buy his ex-wife's parfum,        graze yourself lightly under your dress.      You're  resorting to trickery and ruse, slipping his name       into random sentences with office staff.        You graze your inner thigh with scent,      drop his name...
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Feb.07.2009
Entry to small camp at Theresienstadt
Lou helped me create the slide show for next week's panel in Chicago.  He's tech-savvy, this blessed husband of mine.  This morning we put together the Power Point slides for the poetry presentation at AWP.   Technology is not my friend, and I cried while we sat composing the slides of Horb,...
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