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You’ve heard of two-fisted drinkers,but have you seen someone consumingboth liquid and banana creamat the same time in a novel way? Who does that?Annie does that, helped by Mama—nutrition easing down the tummy tubeand yummy cream down the hatch. Because … Continue reading →

so I park by the rocky slope ofMormon Island Dam rising intothe afternoon and start the climb,first along the service road thatslopes to the top for a wide-angleview of the lake, then veers uphillonto the path of spring aborning. I … Continue reading →

Yeah, you are. Even when you’re not feeling it. Because, you think, wonder is such a big word.Like awe. And awesome is so overused.How could you be a wonder? Because you think and speculate curiously,because you want to know. Because … Continue reading →

How do we thank the clouds for their fleeting abundance?—Pablo Neruda Too often, we take them for granted,those fluffy thought balloons driftinglazily by spring’s bluest curtain.We may praise the sun or think,What a beautiful day, but unless we lay ourselves … Continue reading →

for Timi Now you bundle him up for safe transportto a place he doesn’t want to go,none of us wants to go. But as carefully as placing a fresh egg in a cardboard cradle,you prepare to move him,his ravaged lungs … Continue reading →

1. First, forget that you want to write a poem. Because maybe you don’t. But you’ve got a blank page or too-bright screen in front of you, aching for you to put something on it. 1b. Just set down some … Continue reading →

Ah, but getting the rock to confide in you,to divulge its stony name… there’s the trick. It helps to hold the rock with great tendernessand, yes, hum, softly, and listen, carefully, ear to the pebble to detect its tiny notes. … Continue reading →

(in honor of Live Long and Prosper Day, Leonard Nimoy’s birthday) We think Star Trek,but Jews know that it’sthe gesture for the Hebrew letterShin, the first letter of the word Shalom. And the man who created it,who parted the fingers … Continue reading →

for Laura Martin It occurs to me that I’ve never asked—you, the Pie Lady, about your favorite kinds,you who bake them for holidays andoccasions, for friends— and what flavor might I assemble for you?A word pie of perfectly blended syllablesnot … Continue reading →

You think I don’t love you,that I think of you asjust the feeder? What about when I curl upright between your legs at night,locking you into warmth? When I sniff the socks you’vejust removed to inhalethe essence of you that … Continue reading →