tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75784546978776147032024-03-17T23:04:29.305-04:00PoetrepositoryMary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.comBlogger783125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-67662989627622128182023-12-01T10:00:00.000-05:002023-12-05T09:36:13.080-05:00Grandmother Oak<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/12/img_2392.jpg?w=768" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/12/img_2392.jpg?w=768" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/12/screen-shot-2023-12-01-at-7.12.28-am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="279" data-original-width="368" height="279" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/12/screen-shot-2023-12-01-at-7.12.28-am.png" width="368" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-68185272376252967052023-12-01T09:33:00.002-05:002023-12-05T09:35:42.700-05:00In Response to Recent News<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/12/screen-shot-2023-12-01-at-7.21.17-am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="189" data-original-width="282" height="189" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/12/screen-shot-2023-12-01-at-7.21.17-am.png" width="282" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;">In response to the Albert Rios poem, </span><a href="https://poets.org/poem/house-called-tomorrow" style="background-color: white; box-shadow: currentcolor 0px 1px 0px 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: #007acc; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration-line: none;">“A House Called Tomorrow”</a></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/12/screen-shot-2023-12-01-at-7.25.38-am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="190" data-original-width="289" height="190" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/12/screen-shot-2023-12-01-at-7.25.38-am.png" width="289" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-37987603286638000642023-11-24T11:43:00.001-05:002023-11-29T11:44:29.651-05:00In the Style of Valerie Worth<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/11/img_2393.jpg?w=1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/11/img_2393.jpg?w=1024" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/11/screen-shot-2023-11-20-at-11.18.28-am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="386" data-original-width="257" height="386" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/11/screen-shot-2023-11-20-at-11.18.28-am.png" width="257" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-77389318658625735092023-11-10T11:41:00.001-05:002023-11-29T11:42:52.430-05:00Let's Start Small<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/11/screen-shot-2023-11-10-at-9.05.35-am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="379" data-original-width="363" height="379" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/11/screen-shot-2023-11-10-at-9.05.35-am.png" width="363" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/11/img_2358.jpg?w=1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/11/img_2358.jpg?w=1024" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-53261556635304620462023-11-02T11:38:00.001-04:002023-11-29T11:41:01.859-05:00Autumn Haibun<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/11/img_2294.jpg?w=1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/11/img_2294.jpg?w=1024" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/11/screen-shot-2023-11-02-at-4.47.39-pm-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="461" data-original-width="758" height="244" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/11/screen-shot-2023-11-02-at-4.47.39-pm-1.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-28331604131091043622023-10-27T11:35:00.011-04:002023-12-05T09:37:48.458-05:00The Torture of a Gorgeous Fall Day<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/10/img_2235.jpg?w=1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/10/img_2235.jpg?w=1024" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/10/screen-shot-2023-10-25-at-8.36.15-am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="519" data-original-width="375" height="519" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/10/screen-shot-2023-10-25-at-8.36.15-am.png" width="375" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This poem is a<span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"> </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bouts-Rim%C3%A9s" style="background-color: white; box-shadow: currentcolor 0px 1px 0px 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: #007acc; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration-line: none;">Bouts-Rimés</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;">.</span></div><br /><p><br /></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-14564830676889427962023-10-20T11:32:00.001-04:002023-11-29T11:34:30.554-05:00The scratch of pencil on paper is the poem<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/10/jan-kahanek-g3o5ztrk2e4-unsplash.jpg?w=1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="213" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/10/jan-kahanek-g3o5ztrk2e4-unsplash.jpg?w=1024" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/10/screen-shot-2023-10-20-at-6.26.18-am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="251" data-original-width="260" height="251" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/10/screen-shot-2023-10-20-at-6.26.18-am.png" width="260" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Written after <span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">the </span><a href="https://poets.org/poem/warble-melting-snow-river" style="background-color: white; box-shadow: currentcolor 0px 1px 0px 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: #007acc; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left; text-decoration-line: none;">Poem-a-Day</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;"> from the Academy of American Poets, “The warble of melting snow is the river.”</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-70789474952125440252023-10-13T11:29:00.001-04:002023-11-29T11:31:14.528-05:00Ordinary<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/10/img_2192.jpg?w=1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/10/img_2192.jpg?w=1024" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/10/screen-shot-2023-10-13-at-6.38.12-am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="313" data-original-width="232" height="313" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/10/screen-shot-2023-10-13-at-6.38.12-am.png" width="232" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-87903369192496054562023-09-28T11:26:00.001-04:002023-11-29T11:28:34.194-05:00Diminishing Verse<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/09/yakov-leonov-0wwyos3zgqu-unsplash.jpg?w=1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="800" height="213" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/09/yakov-leonov-0wwyos3zgqu-unsplash.jpg?w=1024" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.75em;"></p><div style="text-align: center;">Basil, oil, pecans, and garlic all go into the blender.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Summer is a giver, not a lender –</div><div style="text-align: center;">her heat the beginner, her pesto the ender.</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.75em; text-align: center;">©Mary Lee Hahn, 2023</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.75em; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.75em; text-align: center;">Diminishing verse: blender -- lender -- ender.</p></div><p><br /></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-34781699731360460972023-09-14T11:23:00.001-04:002023-11-29T11:26:13.415-05:00Portrait of My Mother With the Letter S<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/09/mom-by-the-door.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/09/mom-by-the-door.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.75em;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-weight: 700;">Portrait of My Mother With the Letter S</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.75em;">Seamstress is the first word that comes to mind. She sewed so many clothes: Easter dresses, guitar recital outfits, twirling competition costumes, matching Western shirts for Dad and David for the fair, doll clothes. All of this on a Singer Featherweight.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.75em;">She was no chef, though she was a foodie through and through. I remember the smell of scorched lima beans, and the macadamia nuts she secreted away on a top shelf. For a treat, we had broiled spare ribs. I know now that “spare” is the word for “this is a treat even though there’s hardly any meat on the bone.” </p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.75em;">She was a saver. A collector. Almost a hoarder. Miniatures, Hallmark house ornaments, glass boxes. And scissors. If I could turn back time, I would ask her – why so many pairs of scissors? Shears (sewing and pinking), embroidery, children’s, vintage, modern plastic-handled Fiskars, and so many manicure scissors. </p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.75em;">She was a reader. Mostly mysteries, she bought books at the library sale by the sackful. A secret code in the back cover let her know if she’d already read the book and donated it back to the library.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.75em;">She gave up salt when she was pregnant with me. I don’t think I can fully appreciate this sacrifice.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.75em;">She bought me private swimming lessons when I was four because I wasn’t old enough for Red Cross lessons, but I was ready to swim.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.75em;">She bought me private sewing lessons so we wouldn’t squabble (she the perfectionist, me the good-enough-ionist).</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.75em;">I don’t remember being swatted or spanked, but there was one memorable slap when I disobeyed and walked home from school in my good shoes and was sassy about what the big deal could possibly have been. </p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.75em;">One winter, she drove with me out into the country to escape the lights of town so we could see the Ursid meteor shower. We lay on a blanket on the hood of the ‘60 Ford Falcon and watched shooting stars as the car’s engine warmed us, then cooled off until we had seen enough and were shivering.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.75em;">By the end of her life, her body was covered in scars: hysterectomy, knee/hip/shoulder replacements, double mastectomy. Her soul was scarred by a hateful father and the early loss of her mother. She had a high pain threshold for all the kinds of pain she carried. She wanted for us the childhood she never had, failing to see us as individuals who needed our own childhoods, not hers.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.75em;">I remember her standing at the kitchen sink, admiring the sunset, often calling me to come and see.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; margin: 0px 0px 1.75em;">©Mary Lee Hahn, 2023<br style="box-sizing: inherit;" />After the poem <a href="https://www.slowdownshow.org/episode/2023/06/09/896-portrait-of-my-father-with-the-letter-v" style="background-color: transparent; box-shadow: currentcolor 0px 1px 0px 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: #007acc; text-decoration-line: none;">Portrait of My Father With the Letter V</a></p></div><p><br /> </p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-31834197413260851222023-09-01T11:21:00.007-04:002023-11-29T11:22:35.520-05:00Caught. Not Kept<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/09/screen-shot-2023-09-01-at-8.30.34-am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="401" data-original-width="171" height="401" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/09/screen-shot-2023-09-01-at-8.30.34-am.png" width="171" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-9859625788647540102023-08-24T11:16:00.007-04:002023-11-29T11:20:28.755-05:00At A Loss<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/08/gabriel-alenius-n4hghuhftlc-unsplash.jpg?w=342" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="605" data-original-width="342" height="605" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/08/gabriel-alenius-n4hghuhftlc-unsplash.jpg?w=342" width="342" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/08/screen-shot-2023-08-23-at-6.45.48-am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="557" data-original-width="302" height="557" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/08/screen-shot-2023-08-23-at-6.45.48-am.png" width="302" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>This is an Exquisite Corpse poem. Its <a href="https://ayearofreading.org/2023/08/24/poetry-friday-at-a-loss/" target="_blank">origin story is here</a>.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-64423255347151073182023-08-18T08:46:00.001-04:002023-08-20T08:47:48.509-04:00Ripples<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/q1_yBa8JGreC6-K4GWCpWK04oeglwb-YiAv3Vz9bZ9bnyKY4a8CPqbYn2I7r1iLp3Km_HFs1p5NZtXmsukHfutIn6U8mt_NNURCq4G5CffKyCOUtMdLUqutFTyx4wcQVuUQPsZ7SW5SXaCFLF9i-83w=s622" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="455" data-original-width="622" height="234" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/q1_yBa8JGreC6-K4GWCpWK04oeglwb-YiAv3Vz9bZ9bnyKY4a8CPqbYn2I7r1iLp3Km_HFs1p5NZtXmsukHfutIn6U8mt_NNURCq4G5CffKyCOUtMdLUqutFTyx4wcQVuUQPsZ7SW5SXaCFLF9i-83w=s320" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><pre class="wp-block-verse" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(209, 209, 209); box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Inconsolata, monospace; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.3125; margin-bottom: 1.75em; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 100%; overflow-wrap: break-word; overflow: auto; padding: 1.75em; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the dry garden
we contemplate raked ripples
around the rock.
In the pond
turtle raises her head.
Look! More ripples!
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2023</pre>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-84928811164788095992023-08-04T08:43:00.006-04:002023-08-20T08:46:08.764-04:00Neighbors<p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/08/img-1914.jpg?w=630" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/08/img-1914.jpg?w=630" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/08/screen-shot-2023-08-03-at-7.44.13-am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="571" height="400" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/08/screen-shot-2023-08-03-at-7.44.13-am.png" width="357" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-66853263353136898062023-07-28T08:40:00.001-04:002023-08-20T08:42:55.844-04:00Pool Time<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/image.png?w=1024" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="478" data-original-width="800" height="239" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/image.png?w=1024" width="400" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/screen-shot-2023-07-27-at-7.10.07-am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="452" data-original-width="397" height="452" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/screen-shot-2023-07-27-at-7.10.07-am.png" width="397" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-23060023515561165372023-07-20T17:03:00.003-04:002023-07-20T17:03:28.485-04:00Hunters<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/ryan-reinoso-ln631xuv0vy-unsplash.jpg?w=471" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="313" data-original-width="471" height="313" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/ryan-reinoso-ln631xuv0vy-unsplash.jpg?w=471" width="471" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/screen-shot-2023-07-20-at-4.55.41-pm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="451" data-original-width="262" height="451" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/screen-shot-2023-07-20-at-4.55.41-pm.png" width="262" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/img_5704.jpg?w=474" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="355" data-original-width="474" height="355" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/img_5704.jpg?w=474" width="474" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;">The photo of the hawk is via </span><a href="https://unsplash.com/photos/ln631xuV0vY" style="background-color: white; box-shadow: currentcolor 0px 1px 0px 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: #007acc; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration-line: none;">Unsplash</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;">, and the photo of the “lion” is our very own Hemingway (aka Hem).</span></div><br /><p></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-25497799622721947522023-07-14T16:04:00.001-04:002023-07-15T16:06:33.702-04:00You Might Need to Hear This<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/img-1801.jpg?w=485" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="485" data-original-width="485" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/img-1801.jpg?w=485" width="320" /></a><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/img-1801.jpg?w=485" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/screen-shot-2023-07-14-at-7.04.20-am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="276" data-original-width="326" height="276" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/screen-shot-2023-07-14-at-7.04.20-am.png" width="326" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/img-1801.jpg?w=485" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></a></div>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-73424654251696178992023-07-06T18:27:00.001-04:002023-07-06T18:27:06.440-04:00Grow Something Beautiful<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/img-1768.jpg?w=349" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="349" data-original-width="349" height="349" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/img-1768.jpg?w=349" width="349" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/screen-shot-2023-07-06-at-5.25.31-pm.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="595" data-original-width="614" height="472" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/07/screen-shot-2023-07-06-at-5.25.31-pm.png" width="487" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-50738502157743824582023-06-29T18:23:00.012-04:002023-07-06T18:25:22.118-04:00Love Really Is the Answer<p style="box-sizing: inherit; margin: 0px 0px 1.47368em;"><br />This poem was written in response to this quote by <span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 1rem;">Robin Wall Kimmerer in BRAIDING SWEETGRASS.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #686868; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 19px;"><i>“If grief can be a doorway to love, then let us weep for the world we are breaking apart so we can love it back to wholeness again.”</i></span></span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #686868; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 19px; font-style: italic; margin: 0px 0px 1.47368em;"><br /></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Inconsolata, monospace; font-size: 16px; font-weight: 700; white-space: pre-wrap;">Love Really Is the Answer</span></p><pre class="wp-block-verse" style="background-color: white; border: 1px solid rgb(209, 209, 209); box-sizing: inherit; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Inconsolata, monospace; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.3125; margin-bottom: 1.75em; margin-top: 0px; max-width: 100%; overflow-wrap: break-word; overflow: auto; padding: 1.75em; white-space: pre-wrap;">The world is broken.
We have done it.
No dissembling –
we must own it:
global warming
mass extinctions
plastic pollution
deforestation.
Damage done;
blame accepted.
Now next steps:
how to fix it?
Many challenges:
multiple solutions.
Some are obvious,
others unproven.
Proceed with a love
that fuels all decisions
to save species, biomes,
habitats, and oceans.
Love your yard,
your street, your city.
Love with science
and responsibility.
Love takes commitment,
collaboration, and work.
Exactly what’s needed
to repair our Earth.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2023</pre>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-29794065502449937782023-06-01T18:20:00.001-04:002023-07-06T18:22:21.168-04:00No Vacancy<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/06/screen-shot-2023-06-01-at-7.52.57-am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="657" data-original-width="679" height="450" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/06/screen-shot-2023-06-01-at-7.52.57-am.png" width="465" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;">I saw this </span><a href="https://www.rattle.com/ocean-ancient-and-evolving-by-kat-lehmann/" style="background-color: white; box-shadow: currentcolor 0px 1px 0px 0px; box-sizing: inherit; color: #007acc; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-decoration-line: none;">Sudoku poem</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"> in the Rattle newsletter, and I knew I had to try one.</span></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-52340533655922851082023-05-25T18:18:00.006-04:002023-07-06T18:20:28.252-04:00Ghazal For the Lake<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/05/img_1380.jpg?w=413" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="413" data-original-width="413" height="413" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/05/img_1380.jpg?w=413" width="413" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/05/screen-shot-2023-05-22-at-7.45.19-am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="449" data-original-width="409" height="449" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/05/screen-shot-2023-05-22-at-7.45.19-am.png" width="409" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-43603192454477159062023-05-05T18:16:00.002-04:002023-07-06T18:18:29.507-04:00Identity<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/05/screen-shot-2023-05-05-at-7.11.25-am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="297" data-original-width="293" height="297" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/05/screen-shot-2023-05-05-at-7.11.25-am.png" width="293" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/05/screen-shot-2023-05-05-at-7.09.03-am.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="602" height="356" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/05/screen-shot-2023-05-05-at-7.09.03-am.png" width="456" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-74213549464933467072023-04-30T06:45:00.004-04:002023-04-30T06:45:51.206-04:00Stories<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMwHPDCWFMx9-xbh08cB-g3c9CvFJbMfSAs0NL12jcU5HYCH11w7rcUh6slKWZso6cHmefjp_SnpChx4grZbLWuCYbMav_FiUmOIh-Ax5poGIAbd2UvBtThJKhJK0NAbvlYszd1tC4MQ7KIBpaRDXXYJK-Y2jCY1TA9NA_wvAyYicIGj-ExF6__w0J/s1080/NPM%20template%20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMwHPDCWFMx9-xbh08cB-g3c9CvFJbMfSAs0NL12jcU5HYCH11w7rcUh6slKWZso6cHmefjp_SnpChx4grZbLWuCYbMav_FiUmOIh-Ax5poGIAbd2UvBtThJKhJK0NAbvlYszd1tC4MQ7KIBpaRDXXYJK-Y2jCY1TA9NA_wvAyYicIGj-ExF6__w0J/w400-h400/NPM%20template%20.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-41777725798911512102023-04-29T18:12:00.008-04:002023-07-06T18:27:40.074-04:00In the Style of Neruda<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/04/screen-shot-2023-04-27-at-7.13.27-am.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="219" data-original-width="532" height="193" src="https://ayearofreadingorg.files.wordpress.com/2023/04/screen-shot-2023-04-27-at-7.13.27-am.png" width="468" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>I cheated a little on the challenge to write in the style of Neruda. This poem is <span style="background-color: white; color: #1a1a1a; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;">inspired by Neruda’s <a href="https://www.npr.org/2022/05/01/1094616486/pablo-neruda-question-poems-translated-illustrated-children" target="_blank">BOOK OF QUESTIONS</a> and my garden.</span></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7578454697877614703.post-78574831364879631732023-04-29T07:31:00.001-04:002023-04-29T07:31:10.344-04:00Mutualism<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQ2liIbDf2L0MlDyIaG8lblfEZY1AAh6LPqSywNd2nWrFTEb5qQdqkAG3XQ7SXkMsJqO37Wcum5fscMSGcv4Wj-9JCSt-wU2w_szTy2Zhxck7IqWhuOq1vDp1dYgLuohG8ajopL2vyacTYzuva_Sm8pC0ghO8lOadlnZvJxim4dB6UirveyHzndzG/s1080/NPM%20template%20.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQ2liIbDf2L0MlDyIaG8lblfEZY1AAh6LPqSywNd2nWrFTEb5qQdqkAG3XQ7SXkMsJqO37Wcum5fscMSGcv4Wj-9JCSt-wU2w_szTy2Zhxck7IqWhuOq1vDp1dYgLuohG8ajopL2vyacTYzuva_Sm8pC0ghO8lOadlnZvJxim4dB6UirveyHzndzG/w400-h400/NPM%20template%20.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Mary Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078793537148794310noreply@blogger.com0