2021

The Real Work

Wendell Berry’s poetry is never very far from my consciousness. This poem resonates now as I contemplate a change in story. My story now, as I edge day-by-day toward “retirement,”  is a litany of this, “Well, that’s the last time I assign that or mark that or do that or share that.”   In Berry’s poetic…

  Saw Kim D’s poem here. Wanted to reciprocate with something more than a thumbs up or a like. I remixed her poem with diigo and etherpad Vernal not Viral (with thanks to Kim D for the original poem which appears here: https://thinkingthroughmylens.com/2021/04/02/spring-fever-npm-1/) A vernal virus,  the temperature in our ground is rising, warming by…

One of my assignments in my Intro to Lit courses was to take a blog post that I gave them and then convert that into a poem, a short story of any length, or a short play or scene from a play.  And to be fair, since they are not practiced or professional writers, I…