After I took that spill on a hill at dusk into a pile of Mackinac Island horse manure some years back, I was afraid to climb back on my bike. But when we moved into this neighborhood carved from the Everglades, I agreed to join my husband on various wild adventures, some of which involved […]
Read-to-Write: Nature-Deficit Disorder (1)
I grew up on a lake–practically lived in the woods–and did all kinds of things outdoors that these days would be considered too dangerous. There was little on TV (we got maybe two stations) and no electronic “gizmology.” Books were my best friends, and I often read them outside. Last week my husband and I […]
Commit Poetry: Ten Reasons Why To Memorize
It remains a mystery why Tweetspeak Poetry chose Prufrock for me to memorize. If they didn’t feel like I was done with Thomas E, or he with me, and they wanted me to extend my brainy pathways with something long, they could have chosen a more sing-songy piece—like maybe something from the Old Possum’s […]
Commit Poetry: Prufrock – Part 7
Continuing to complete the dare issued by Tweetspeak Poetry in the fall–to memorize T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while, To […]
Commit Poetry: The Stolen Child – Complete
I’m still working on The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock–which is soon to be complete. But below is my whole recitation of The Stolen Child as dared by Tweetspeak Poetry for National Poetry Month. What do you think about the poem? I know there are some days I’d like to run away from some […]
Commit Poetry: The Stolen Child – Third Stanza
Today I’m reciting the third stanza of “The Stolen Child” by W.B. Yeats in response to Tweetspeak Poetry’s dare for National Poetry Month. Are you memorizing along with us? Leave a comment below and a link if you are reciting it in some form. Where the wandering water gushes From the hills above Glen-Car, In […]
Commit Poetry: Prufrock – Part 6
I haven’t forgotten my old friend, J. Alfred. Have any of you joined me in this Tweetspeak Poetry dare? I’m almost there. Here’s proof that I earned barista badge #9 for this stanza: And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep … tired … or it malingers, Stretched on the floor, here […]
Commit Poetry: The Stolen Child – Second Stanza
Today I recite the second stanza of W.B. Yeats’ “The Stolen Child,” that many of us are memorizing for National Poetry Month. Here’s the first. And yes, I’m still working on “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” I’m almost there. Oh, and about those Surinam cherries. You can read about them here. The writer tells […]
Commit Poetry: The Stolen Child – First Stanza
Tweetspeak Poetry has issued an all-inclusive (that means to you, too) dare to commit W.B. Yeats’ poem “The Stolen Child” during National Poetry Month. Some suggest that it helps to turn the words of a poem into a song when you’re trying to memorize it. No need to with this one. Tweetspeak has already posted […]
When You Dare To Open Doors
So those of you who started to follow along may have noticed I piddled out on my Lenten reposts after just six days. I’m not really sure now why I decided to dig up six weeks of old. Maybe because I’ve been so quiet and I wanted to let you know I was still […]
