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Day of Show, Runway Stage: Heidi: In Poetry, one day you're in, the next day you're out. Flashback: Tim in the writing studio with t...
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The floors are all sanded down and are looking great. It's amazing how much paler they are with all the old finish gone. We are going wi...
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This made me laugh. From the Seattle Weekly's "Uptight Seattleite:" Dear Uptight , Was that you power-walking in front of me i... -
Some wonderful news in the mail today. Prairie Schooner has selected my group of poems published in the Winter 2004 issue as the winner of t...
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Well, today is the big "46." I guess I am now offically middle-aged. It's been a quiet day so far: while Dean was at work, I...
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I was talking with a poetry friend the other day about blogging, and the posting of poem drafts. It has always been my assumption (perhaps ...
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I'm terza rima , and I talk and smile. Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away I let mine out, and chatter all the while. I...
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Dream of the Cancer Cure Imagine: instead of fighting the tumor with knives, radiation, chemicals, we feed it — like summer picnickers who, ...
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Dean and I went to a multiplex in Bellevue (a suburb of Seattle) to see Away From Her yesterday (it was the only place the movie was showin... -
. . . but I like the idea of "milking pleasure." You are the Sun card. The light of the Sun reveals all. The Sun is joyful and bri...
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