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Friends, This week: a poem: Life without War for Ursa Kanjir   I’ve lived my life without war, or pestilences, without any real interference to the flow from birth to death.   How many people can say that? Can Ursa, my young friend, say that?   She’s from Slovenia, right next door to Croatia, Bosnia-Herzegovina, […]

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Friends, I want to tell you about a poet I’d wager not a single person who reads this blog has ever heard of. His name is Andrew Suknaski and the name of the book is WOOD MOUNTAIN POEMS. Andrew Suknaski is a poet of the Canadian prairies. Wood Mountain is a town in south-west Saskatchewan […]

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Dear Friends, Thanks to all of you who wrote in response to last week’s blog. Rest assured, I am not about to change my direction–I don’t direct my direction. As Theodore Roethke said once, “I learn by going where I have to go.”  And since I’m aging, growing older, my poetry just naturally . . […]

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