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  image via Flickr  (after “ Today, When I Could do Nothing ” by Jane Hirschfield)

  generosity: the urge to share what we have with others  (prompt: ask what generosity really means) laughter: the singular human ability to...

  clouds stereotypically blanketing December’s morning sky no warmth, and yet comfort © Mary Lee Hahn, 2023 brot warm, frisch mit Schinken, ...

 

 

  In response to the Albert Rios poem,  “A House Called Tomorrow”

 

 

 

  This poem is a   Bouts-Rimés .

Written after  the  Poem-a-Day  from the Academy of American Poets, “The warble of melting snow is the river.”  

 

  Basil, oil, pecans, and garlic all go into the blender. Summer is a giver, not a lender – her heat the beginner, her pesto the ender. ©Mar...

Portrait of My Mother With the Letter S Seamstress is the first word that comes to mind. She sewed so many clothes: Easter dresses, guitar r...

 

  This is an Exquisite Corpse poem. Its origin story is here .

  In the dry garden we contemplate raked ripples around the rock. In the pond turtle raises her head. Look! More ripples! ©Mary Lee Hahn,...

 

 

  The photo of the hawk is via  Unsplash , and the photo of the “lion” is our very own Hemingway (aka Hem).

 

This poem was written in response to this quote by  Robin Wall Kimmerer in BRAIDING SWEETGRASS. “If grief can be a doorway to love, then let...

  I saw this  Sudoku poem  in the Rattle newsletter, and I knew I had to try one.