Death Reminds Us

What is Found There: Notebooks on Poetry and Politics

Baltimore native, Poet Adrienne Rich, has died. I have her book, Snapshots of a Daughter-in-Law: Poems 1954-1962. It was one of many things given to me by my grandmother — long before she passed. The copy she left me (a collectible) was not read but boxed away for when I …

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Lunchtime Love

Solitary Xiaoda Xiao

Lunchtime recommendation: At Guerica, Xiaoda Xiao: Prison Paintings, and earlier piece, Nixon’s Nose. Post and paintings by Xiaoda Xiao, the activist, painter, violinist, and author of The Cave Man, and the forthcoming book The Visiting Suit: Stories From My Prison Life Xiaoda Xiao is a former political prisoner, sentencedat at …

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The Last of the Scapegoats

Pia reminded me that Robert McNamara died. I’m not as well schooled on the Vietnam era as I am on other things, though I know more about it than most people my age, if only because I find it more interesting than shopping for Jim Choo’s — they are out …

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Waiting For A Rainbow

It rained heavily earlier this evening. The Sun’s brilliance, relentless during the ten minute deluge, would have prompted a search for my level 5 sunglasses had they been in my bag. Rushing home from a myriad of tasks I scanned the sky only briefly for the anticipated rainbow. Of the …

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Women’s Week Continues with Octavia Butler

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The week prior to break, a break I’m on as of a few hours ago, careened slightly out of control, consequently I’m later and with less than I had hoped for. I hoped to do a women a day, in retrospect a lofty thought for the kind of week I …

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