Category Archives: Anthology

My collected writings and those of family members.

Coda to the ‘Strawberry Roan’

Only once before have I presumed to “write a song.” I use scare quotes because I’ve really no idea how it’s done. This latest go-round involves new lyrics for an existing tune. I posted the first version here, and have … Continue reading →

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A Bath of Warm Syrup Cooked from Stalk Cut in the ‘Family’ Canebrake

My car radio is newly parked on my local country-western music station. It’s giving me the opportunity to hear music tangled in my ranch roots. The music partakes of both the familiar and the strange. In certain respects I’ve changed … Continue reading →

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Looking and Listening Versus Seeing and Hearing

I relish the tension that exists between certain verb pairs often used as roughly synonymous. This isn’t scientific, but here’s how I think of a couple of common verbs: “Look” describes the action of directing the eye to a focal … Continue reading →

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Are You Riding the Strawberry Roan?

I assume “Scarborough Fair” is an old melody, though it’s sometimes hard to distinguish what’s echt and what’s ersatz in the matter of “traditional” airs.  Simon and Garfunkle did a defining version of the song for my generation. I like … Continue reading →

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‘I Don’t Belong to Any Religion’

In previous posts, I’ve mentioned that I don’t belong to any religion. (Friedrich Zettl) I always read Mr. Zettl’s blog, Zettl Fine Arts, with great interest and profit, no less his latest entry. It takes no more than his first … Continue reading →

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‘When All Three Pounds of Me Came Earthside…’

The tiny speaker in Megan Denton’s “A Girl and Her Fireplace” (Poetry, December 2024) is off to a shaky start. Born on a new moon, one minute after my sisterand one pound less, my ribcage was full of roosting songbirds … Continue reading →

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A Poem Is Like an Emergency

First responders plunge into scenarios that need to be made sense of quickly. I call myself a first responder to poetry, and not a critic, but the poetry I read is published, so at least one other reader more qualified … Continue reading →

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Three Scholars ‘Explain’ the Kama Sutra. It Doesn’t Go Well.

The two male scholars urgently want to talk about what’s dealt with in the Kama Sutra that’s not, um, you know, the sex part.  BBC4 moderator Melvyn Bragg presses them, saying the sex part is why the book’s famous in … Continue reading →

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Manly Love Trumping Other Love for the Moment, But Not in Poetry

Cigar this life and light it with the sun. / Breathe this poem in. (From “Gratification to the survivors of daily damnations” by Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi) The rest of Feranmi’s poem says this: […] Own a spot on a cliff … Continue reading →

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‘Conjure an Exhale Instead’

I never knew why my uncle, a panhandle Texan, liked to say “the only good thing ever come out of Oklahoma was an empty bus.” He should’ve met Steve Leyva, who comes out of Oklahoma and is a good thing. … Continue reading →

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