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  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.

 

 

 

  I cheated a little on the challenge to write in the style of Neruda. This poem is  inspired by Neruda’s BOOK OF QUESTIONS and my garden.