Author Archives: Meryl

Changes about to occur

I’ve been working on a new site design, and this blog will be part of that…so taking a break from posting while while the new assembly happens.

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Monday Poem

On Monday! Here you go, a poem I found on Split This Rock: The Day I Learned to Speak My Grandmother’s Tongue The day I learned to speak my grandmother’s tongue An Eastern wind shifted the earth While the western … Continue reading

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The Watergate

If you lived through the Nixon administration, this poem has a deep resonance. It might even work if you didn’t: The Watergate For most in the United States the word brings a phase when mortars in Vietnam still whistled around … Continue reading

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The exemplary sentence

I’ve been reading The Shadow Lines, by Amitav Ghosh, and have come across so many well-written passages. Here’s one about watching beggars scavenge a mound of waste and sludge for usable debris: “It was true of course that I could … Continue reading

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Back in commission

It’s funny that we say “out of commission,” but rarely the opposite. In my case, I just had hip replacement surgery, and had a lot of worrying to do beforehand. I mean a LOT. But it turned out to be … Continue reading

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Frogs on Monday

I attended a poetry workshop on Saturday, and my favorite poem of the day was by Terry Lucas, the new Marin County poet laureate. I said in the workshop that I had recently read that by writing about a bad … Continue reading

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The Exemplary Sentence

There is a new book of Bette Howland’s stories out, Calm Sea and Prosperous Voyage, and I immediately purchased a copy. Since posting about her last year, I have come to know her son, Jake, and was so pleased to … Continue reading

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Memorial

The Marin Poetry Center held a memorial for Linda Gregg last week that was very moving. Forrest Gander spoke of visiting her in New York in her small, very spare apartment near St. Marks Place. She had just gotten home … Continue reading

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Sunday breakfast

I cut out a recipe from the Wall Street Journal on Saturday and modified it for breakfast this morning. Essentially, you soft boil eggs and cool some eggs, fry sourdough bread lightly in olive oil, sear some asparagus in the … Continue reading

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Correction!

Here is last week’s poem as it’s supposed to be: Trespassing Teens, the street, night nothing to do so they split off in two’s, find an ark  like Noah’s, unfinished. A wooden-frame, all two-by-fours and exposed pipe dreams, she won’t … Continue reading

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