Category Archives: parsing how to write

Frederick Seidel, poetry, love

On the weekend, I read an article in the NYTimes about Frederick Seidel, whom I’d never heard of. He reads six of his own poems in a multimedia piece attached to the article. His six readings, which last less than … Continue reading

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Back on the chopping block

When I start a blog, I have a sense of a theme and try to write the blog conversationally. As I struggle to express my thoughts, I walk around my points and use too many words. share?

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Tough love, 3 versions

(1) “Still in love?” she asked. “Yes,” I said. share?

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The Umbrellas of Harlem

This past Thursday in NYC, it rained. It was the first rainy day since last autumn that was warm enough so people weren’t bundled up. The vernal equinox was only a day away. The light was lovely — warm and … Continue reading

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Short sketches, reversals, and more

Short sketches, reversals, and… the Internet, PDA’s and juries… Am trying to write short stories so I can tighten my story sensibility before I go back to work on the book. Wrote two rough ones on the morning commute. Inspired … Continue reading

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Bittersweet

Of the two marmalades I made this weekend, the grapefruit was the more bitter. The clementine marmalade was lovely to the nose and succulent on the tongue, but the grapefruit felt good in my tummy — it was refreshing and … Continue reading

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Why I love newspapers

Or is it newscreens, newswebs or newsnets? I haven’t bought a paper paper in more than a year. One of my fav’s, TOI, isn’t available at my local newsstand. What’s the newsstand guy going to do when we’re all reading … Continue reading

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The Amateur

Calling someone an amateur is a common insult in the USA. But did you know that amateur comes from the French word for lover? An amateur is someone motivated to devote himself to something for the pure love if it. … Continue reading

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Bear and the Art of Life and Death

He looked like a small Siberian husky with a buzz cut. A mix of Siberian, retriever, and hound, he had beagle-shaped, husky-sized ears, and doe eyes. I don’t know why we called him Bear. It had something to do with … Continue reading

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For the first time

For the first time,   I face the edge of      me & the world,drawn like a line   of Conté red      on pale paper:If I cross I’m dead. Holding my arms over   bowed head, all these      years of self defense,I didn’t know   there was a line to see. I … Continue reading

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Leap of Faith

though blind for months, you’d still climb onto the divan you shared with your brother, on chill nights. you’d sleep in bliss for hours. waking, you’d stand, shake yourself, move to the edge, and share?

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There’s a room I keep for you (reworked)

There’s a room I keep for you in the woods near a spring, a mountain cabin with blued-edged corners, soft cream-colored walls, a lilac bush growing by the door. The door is never locked, though it has a key. The … Continue reading

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Unpunctuated (reworked)

dark light frogs sing in the night of me tigers stroll in the crowns of trees my words slid from the strings of me lose softness in your strong square hands the hour is late tigers hunt frogs sing in … Continue reading

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Perfect (open-ended)

Two-thousand-meters-high icey-pristine. Soft, warm and welcome as mothers (can be). Powerful, valiant, just like my dad. Pear-sweet crisp-apple-ish classically bad. Noblesse oblige of the high-wired kind. A mind soaked in honesty, gulabi-style. Compassion in person for all that you meet. … Continue reading

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The jackal and the tigers

a jackal sniffing at tigers’ prey, surprised by the moon in the night, cries at the moon as if it’s a man. then it gnashes its teeth and eats. under the trees, the tigers recline, and watch the jackal feed. … Continue reading

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A wild house mouse

a mouse a mouse wild in the house clothed in velvet soft like a cat gray as a stone with apple-seed eyes looking for rice share?

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NYC’s cop horses

Today’s NY Times carries a story about the horse cops in New York. Not the mounted police, but the horses themselves. These beautiful animals deserve great respect for being able to handle a difficult job. I also have much admiration … Continue reading

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NYC and politeness

The NY Times online edition was redesigned a couple of weeks ago. On the whole, the redesign is effective, in my opinion. I’ve begun to read the online edition with more care, because the site is now more inviting and … Continue reading

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