Yes, there will be
daffodils in every stanza of this poem
because it is spring in Maine
Re-arrange your sock drawer in a way that pleases your socks. Remember, it’s not always about you!
Read what I wrote yesterday — hate it. Read what Sam wrote yesterday — love it. Hate Sam. Think about 45-year friendship with Sam. Remember him stealing my girlfriend in college. No, wait that was me — I married her….
Caty Borum Chattoo: Take it from Pluto the Schnauzer — Comedy will help us through the coronavirus crisis
Comedy serves crucial cultural functions as we deal with tough challenges: sharing and amplifying messages, addressing taboo topics in accessible ways, and inspiring us to feel emotions of hope and optimism…
We stay put, apart,
constant in longing. And that is all
fine, my friends, except the dying
part. Death all around love’s
little sprouting head.
I did the only humane thing left
At seventy-five I find myself in love.
Not the serene love of an old man
steeped in the wine and wisdom of years,
but one who would kill a dragon for her.
“What queer books she must have read!”