"B" Stings

Sunday, March 31, 2013

A Poem in Iambic Trimeter

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This winter-colored scene:  Stale brown and brittle green And the relentless sun, Bauble of cloud, finespun Against merciless blu...
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Tuesday, March 26, 2013

The Terrible Importance of Nearly Nothing

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I could say right now that I feel small.  Very, very small. I  have gone back, far back in time to where I am a witless waif of a child wi...
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Friday, February 22, 2013

Not Much Gusto

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    I have been thinking about this word, this prompt of the week:  gusto. It sounds as if it ought to be part of a magician's s...
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Thursday, February 14, 2013

The Only Good Crowd

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The word prompt this week is crowd. For me this word has mostly negative associations. I am both anti-social and claustrophobic. Findin...
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Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Such Stuff as Dreams

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Rodney walked without hesitation to the rim of the gorge. Ignoring the symptoms of fear -- the tingling in his fingers and toes, the dizzine...
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Wednesday, December 12, 2012

On the Subject of Cars

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I  I don't really like cars. In this respect, I think I am probably unusual. I do, of course, appreciate the convenience of h...
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Sunday, December 9, 2012

On Writing

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The rarest thoughts have wings of tissue that once torn, remain forever grounded... Inspiration of the kind worth sharin...
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Back in my mid-twenties I held a lowly clerical job in a San Francisco-based corporation. One day I was pulled from my regular duties and asked to go over various files in order to destroy evidence of price fixing. This new assignment violated my code of ethics and I was in the process of considering how and when to launch my protest when my in-laws decided to pay us a visit. Naturally, I spoke to them about my job dilemma since it weighed heavily on my mind. Here's what my father-in-law said: "Listen, tootsie, if your boss tells you to do something, YOU DO IT!" We (my husband, his parents and I) were seated in our small apartment drinking wine.Thus, my reaction to my father-in-law's admonishment was to hurl my wine glass in the general vicinity of his head. I am not proud of this criminally violent and shockingly immature behavior and, in retrospect, I regretted that I had not opted for a cleverer and more graceful way to address my father-in-law's misogynistic posturing. As the years progressed, I learned to act on the (formulaic) advice I gave my students -- "Use your words!"
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