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Tag Archives: Poetry
A Bestselling poet finds sweetness everywhere
Cross-post from Medium Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur is that rarest of books, a poetry bestseller. I first heard about Kaur’s poetry on a BookRiot podcast. Hosts Rebecca Joines Schinsky and Jeff O’Neal were trying to figure out … Continue reading
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For Sunday Morning, a Poem and a Portrait
THE SECRET HISTORY OF ROCK ‘N’ ROLL Dogs invented it – to irritate cats mainly, but the prank took on a life of its own. A basset in Maryland grew tired of sitting up on his rear begging for hors … Continue reading
Inward Gestures of the Mind
At the home of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on Brattle Street in Cambridge, Mass., I stopped this gray, muggy morning to take a photo near the end of my bike ride. I had McLuhan on my mind, wondering what I might find today … Continue reading