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Literary links linger'd over by a poet....
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Saturday, August 31, 2002
More on poetry therapy.
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The Center for Journal Therapy offers a poem a month. Great stuff!
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"August", a poem by Dorothy Parker.
"When my eyes are weeds,
And my lips are petals, spinning..."
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Telluride, CO Town Council meetings begin with a poem. [via bnf]
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U.S Distict judge delivers ruling in verse.
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A retreat for writers with mental health concerns.....[nyt registration required: ui: josce, pw: honey]
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Thursday, August 29, 2002
Gate C 22, by Ellen Bass.
"They kissed and kissed and kissed."
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Tuesday, August 27, 2002
Geologist, by Stefanie Marlis
Working for the mine owner he delighted in every new vein,
the wild line of metal running like a wire
through his body.
And like a newlywed entering his first house-
who sees the mantle, banister, hardware,
promise good long life-
still those melons seeded with quartz dazzled him.
The green aloe rays seemed to grow
out of the ticking the lizard made, surprising him
into memory: the boy quartering lizards like apples,
the stones his own size loosened by lever & fulcrum over the cliff.
Alone on the plain below the mesa he accepted loneliness
and the pressure cradling fossils & ferns.
He hoped working with rocks, metals,
gems, granite might extend his time into theirs.
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