He was a good man, was Dick Heinrich, He played a fine hand; he took many a trick. He never bid short when he should have bid long, He never lost his cool when his partner bid wrong. Every Tuesday night from six until nine The four met at Patty’s for cards and white wine.… Read More In Dick’s Memory, From the Tuesday Bridge Club
I was thinking about Beauty the other day — that’s Beauty with a capital B — when that Byron piece popped into my head: She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes… Read More Thoughts on Beauty, Pigeons, and Persian Cats
The woman with the most elegant home, Wins an all-paid vacation to the city of Rome. And the mother who births the smartest babies, Gets a brand-new, red, convertible Mercedes. And the woman who chants, “I’m so busy” the most, Gains the respect of all, on account of her boast. So for goodness sake, I… Read More Are You Keeping Score?
“Why are you so quiet?” A coworker asked the other day. “Talking is easy, just try it! Do you really have nothing to say?” “I’m sorry my silence offends you,” I carefully replied, “But you see, I’ve work to do, And my mind is occupied.” “Here, here,” my nemesis cried, “That’s no reason for restraint.… Read More Why Are You So Quiet?
In which our Reporter self gets her revenge against our Writer and Editor selves. Don’t remember what happened when we last left our alter egos? Don’t worry, it’s not important. But if you insist, here’s Part 3. (Don’t say we didn’t warn you.) Writer: (walks into room, followed by Editor) I’m telling you, I think we… Read More Welcome to My Existential Crisis, Episode 4
My quest for poetry has led me to some interesting resources. One of them being a podcast from The New Yorker, where real, live poets read the works of other poets. Live! Care for a listen? Click here. It’s a nice thing to have on while cooking dinner, let me tell you. Sort of like having… Read More The Joy of Editing. Wait… What?
The Family Book of Best Loved Poems. Tattered and stained, yellowed pages, glorious old book smell. Wow, the memories it contains…… Read More A Poetry Lover is Born
Do you have any poetry suggestions for me? Reason being, I came across this cool article about fostering your creativity. It included this graphic, based on Ray Bradbury’s diet for feeding his subconscious: What’s good enough for Ray Bradbury is more than good enough for me, but my bookshelf is suffering a severe famine in… Read More Can’t Believe I’m Asking, but…
Perhaps you know of the poem by William Carlos Williams: so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens Charming, yes? However with all due respect to William Carlos Williams, I think the sight of a grown man with a little red wagon may be more charming. Look… Read More A Man and His Wagon