Tag: Writing
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Said the Stork to the Snake (Or, Thoughts are silenced by snapping beaks)
The Stork has power over the Snake. Stork and Snake both know it. Yet somehow Stork still manages to persuade Snake to serve himself up for a her meal. Peitho, Persuasion, is a delicate yet powerful skill.
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Saguaro Poems: For the Saguaros (with audio)
What good we could do for the saguaros, for the planet, may we only do it *now*.
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Saguaro Poems: ‘That cactus is so sturdy!’ (with audio)
The first of a series of Saguaro Poems (or 2, at least, for now), this one on the vulnerability revealed by the condition of being armed.
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What I’d tell my younger ‘autistic’ self now
Things I’d tell my younger ActuallyAutistic self: basically, they’re right, and the empowerment of acceptance.
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Teaching is a Laborious Magic
I really love teaching college students. It’s an awful effort, as in its both an intense slog and the results are awe-provoking, and in retrospect the process looks almost like a kind of interpersonal magic.
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If you tell me “It’s like Portuguese author Saramago’s…” you can stop: I’m already buying a copy.
Excitment for Mohsin Hamid’s new book, compared by Michel Martin to Saramago’s Blindness. Also: read some Rushdie!
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Dancing with Britney Alone
If I were ever to tell a story at a Moth Story Night, this is the story I’d tell right now.
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Oedipus, or They Who Dared
A poem from a while back, a spontaneous production inspired by a song one of my friends was writing and had just sung for us.
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Enigmatic Energies
A much earlier call to the Muses, but before I’d learned I could call that force ‘the Muses.’
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His eyes, amber grey and green/in the light of the sun
One of the very few love poems I’ve written about a man I was with at the time.
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There are some who will outlive us all
Does anyone else feel this intense foreboding I’ve been feeling but haven’t been able to escape for a few years? An expression of that, as an expression grief and a consolation.
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The Dance Among Mountains
Dancing with Apollo, the Muses and Athena, some of the poet’s patrons, in Tucson.
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Who was ever accepted/with a research statement in verse?
After I submitted a second PhD application to transfer into a different program + a view of the natural world I’d brought into a bland subdivision yard.
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