November 6, 2011
The Greek Ships A poem by Robert Bly When the water holes go, and the fish flop about In the mud, they can moisten each other faintly, But it’s best if they lose themselves in the river. You know how many Greek ships went down With their cargoes of wine. If we can’t get To […]
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December 9, 2010
Cleaning Up After The Poetry Salon A Poem by Doug Von Koss It’s not always easy. Proper nouns are manageable. They stack well. Biggest on the bottom The Great Plains, Idaho, Mt. Rainier – then the smaller stuff left behind – Boxcars, photographs, you know. Adjectives are remarkably tough to clean up. The dry ones […]
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December 6, 2005
The Emperor Has No Clothes An Article By Robert Bly In reality, the horrible event called the Bush presidency is over now. It remains only to start the sort of planning that enabled MacArthur to retrieve what he could from the fall of Manila. Elaborate failures in high places have happened before. It’s a repeating […]
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