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snail poem

There’s a poem I taught long ago, when I taught university, that blew the minds of my poetry students.  Was I a jerk, to assign this poem?  Who knows.  Well, you couldn’t say it was boring.  I think of it as the snail poem, but it’s actually “The Connoisseuse of Slugs” by Sharon Olds. If… Read More »

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Dangerous Compassions

stop making sense

I woke up confused and ok–felt good, to be in the middle place. I felt contented and independent. Like I was right, alone. But then I reached for my phone, a connection to other humans. Read the txts that came while I was sleeping. Cackled like a crone at a friend’s joke. This morning I… Read More »