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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).