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    The Poet’s Life

    More polite rejections. More self-doubt. On the other hand, I’ve submitted to seven new journals and put x-amount of submissions on my calendar so that regardless of the blues I keep kicking things out the door. #stubborn #counterphobic

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    Blackbirds — by Susan Mitchell Because it is windy, a woman finds her clothesline bare, and without rancor unpins the light, folding it into her basket. The light is still wet. So she irons it. The iron hisses and hums. It knows how to make the best of things. The woman’s hands smell clean. When she shakes them out, they are voluminous, white. All night my hands weep in gratitude for the little things. That feet are not shoes. That blackbirds are eating the raspberries. That parsley does not taste like bread. From now on I want to live only by grace. In other words, not to deserve things. Without…

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    Fascinating! Mandombe or Mandombé is a script proposed in 1978 in Mbanza-Ngungu in the Bas-Congo province of the Democratic Republic of the Congo by Wabeladio Payi, who related that it was revealed to him in a dream by Simon Kimbangu, the prophet of the Kimbanguist Church. Mandombe is based on the sacred shapes and , and intended for writing African languages such as the four national languages of the Congo, Kikongo, Lingala, Tshiluba and Swahili, though it does not have enough vowels to write Lingala fully. It is taught in Kimbanguist church schools in Angola, the Republic of the Congo, and the Democratic Republic of the Congo. It is also…

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    Next Poetry Collection Started

    I’m 72 poems into my next collection. As usual, only about 50 will make the cut, which means I want to write 90 or so, to create a good variety to cull from. I’ve moved through a quiet period in my writing this winter—I stopped going to my weekly writing group on Sundays, just took notes as ideas and thoughts surfaced, and wrote down dreams, like these— I wear shoes that cause hurricanes … I can change the colors of walls by singing … I am talking in sign language and it turns into hula … I am creating huge, human-sized, stained glass insect wings for a gallery show … I…

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    Poet Mary Oliver, 1935–2019

    When Death Comes When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility, and I think of each life as a flower, as…