Writing a poem is like taking out a pair of pliers, choosing a tooth, and yanking it right out my jaw. It’s a process wherein low-level pain builds into smarts I can’t ignore anymore. I don’t want to do it. I resist the impulse. I dawdle and hesitate. Then, all…
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Bill, I received your note yesterday, and it was a great pleasure. I’m glad your getting some reading in and the number of volumes you’ve been able to consume. I would like to read some of the things you’re into. Except the Harry Potter books. They drive me crazy and…
One CommentAll around me people are complaining about the weather. No one I’ve heard so far has proclaimed how great winter is, how sublime a naked landscape can be. I only hear woe and wail about the cold. I get it. It’s winter. It’s cold. We live in the stormy Midwest…
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Moving the stone into the place I’d chosen for it took all my strength. At three feet long, two feet wide and two and a half feet high, it was by far the largest rock I’d deal with in the building of my wall. Using a long steel digging bar…
Leave a CommentIn Bastogne now, Virginia made it her singular mission to eat a Belgian waffle in Belgium. I was jumpy and anxious and didn’t want to go traipsing around for waffles. I grumbled about it to Udo, who looked at me and said it would be all right, be patient. As…
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