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April 2016




The last English letter,

The last song, the final



Evidently, the British

Like to say this letter

As a word, while

Other English speakers

Simply say zee


As I think through

My own alphabet

(More or less in order),

It seems most words

For letters are more

Or less the letter



Though double-u

Describes what it is

(In Spanish, double-v)—


And the eighth-letter


Name might be

Overwrought, long A

Followed by a soft chuh,

Ache with the K

Sound substituted


I like calligraphy,

Illumined text in Latin

Or another word—I’m

Sure I’d have no

Patience for the work,


Though I love the



Would love to have a

Large single letter,

As if monk-made,

Framed, shining to

Illumine me


Which letter, I don’t

Know—I’ve twenty-

Six letters in my tongue

(On my tongue) from

Which to choose


What letters might light

Up my mind and what

Ones for you



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Birds are noisy

Waking up the rest

Of the world


Mist along the

Edges of the yard

A damp feel


Light enough for

Artificial lamps

Turning useless


Now earth turns

Over a bit to be

Washed by the


Day’s new air

Bending without

Voice the arcs


Of branches

Enough for them

To moan a little


Wind cleans night

With round beads

Of dew water


Surprise and

Comfort in the

Dawning tasks

Y is for Yep

Y is for Yep


Somewhere between yes

And a dog’s yip


A folksy affirmative that

Often belies


Impulse and instinct



Jumping under the skin

But we


Say something so we say



‘Cause we’re too busy in

Our heads


Mulling over possibilities

To be much


More than homespun

And you know


What might you say yep to

I already know

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Who knew


Who pays attention


Largest oil reserve in (within)

The world, and all of it these

Days for less than naught


Oil prices are low, and leaders

Of oil-supply can’t cooperate


So while I pay less to fill my

Car’s tank with gasoline for

Which (I’m sorry) I’m grateful


Those who live in another

Part of America are starved

Out of sugar and flour for

The day and even toilet paper


We can laugh for what we

Throw over trees, which only

Makes a nervous joke out

Of excess


It’s complex, for I need

Cheaper fuel for the car—I

Need cheaper for everything,

Such is the life of the older

And disabled and, at best,

Partially employed


But, generally, I can get sugar

When I need it, and the other



I have access to help


And I am not a nation living

Not Venezuela



One Dog, Two Cats, Two Dogs

One Dog, Two Cats, Two Dogs


I’m with the dogs again;

I should set out a shingle


Neighbor’s dog (the only

Dog from whom I’ve

Received real hugs)


Friends’ cats, exercises

In indifference, until I’m

The only one to feed



These two dogs in the

Family are older, whiny,

And demanding


I love them both


What kind of irony that

Saint Francis helps me

With my pets but has not

Yet arranged for the

Curing of my allergies




Of carnival glass

Sky turning from dusk to dark

Iris colors blending when

The eye carries a tear


Colors when they coalesce

Cannot make up their mind(s)

Which color might win

And not one color has to

W is for Wisdom

W is for Wisdom


Wisdom sayings, wisdom verse

Aesop, the poetry of Donne


What Winnie the Pooh never

Learns from sticking his tummy

In a honey tree and, before that,

Rabbit’s house


What is wise to you, dear one?

Would you write it down?  Or do

You believe in show more than

In tell?


Which means I’ll learn from

Watching you more than in

Pitiless, didactic discourse


I will look to you for wisdom


Other times in the book we know

We find out back—made of living



Bound in round tree bark, etched

By wind and ice, illumined by

Nature’s hand

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X is for, well, X

X is for, well, X


ten in the Roman system


the unknown planet in

old sci-fi films and maybe

new astronomy


the name of the ray the

Curies made in life and

death that we might see

below the skin


first letter in in the name

of the Persian warrior

on the other side of



same with a saint (a

university), a musical

instrument, and the

musician named Cugat


and, yes, the name that

gave the X to comic

books, television, graphic

novels, and films


first letter (transliterated

from Aztec) for

Xochimilco, the floating

gardens of Mexico



which fed the center

of empire and now feeds

beauty for the city


first letter for a queen

who challenged Roman

might; her people

feared those from the

outside and for good,

tragic reason


her name became a

modern term, Xenobia

to xenophobia


it’s what we sometimes

use to correct; lefties

prefer it to writing a



it starts the sequence for

both genders


it is a shape


it’s what’s used when a

whole signature is not



mostly, though, we know

what it’s for: in song, in

verse, in story—and the

human heart—it is


a symbol for the searcher


X marks this, doesn’t it?

where the treasure lay

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Canada’s First Family

Canada’s First Family



First Nation

Northern Ontario

Where the compass



They die there

At their own hand

Killing the present

The future and

Relation to the



Rich culture made


Reservation life


Ten times more

The young men

Die, for women

Twenty-one times


A child of nine

An elder seventy-



A tear (a rush)

A tear (in tragic

Sadness) of


Has been hurried

There, but where

Is the missing

Part of life


What will

Resolve the hole

Of promises


Where harsh

Unappealing life

Without prospect

Fifteen living in

A house for

Three or four



Structure minimal

And faulty


A solution is re-

Connection to



A renewed climb

To meet sibling

Spirits in the



Yet once on

Earth again how

Does renewed

Tradition survive

In mortal people

Pushed to the



Forced into

Living prepared

To push over


The government

Hears; maybe it

Sends the staff


But will it in

Fate complete

The rift of a


Needing better

Earth to walk






U. S. Suicide Rate Surges to a 30-Year High

by Sabrina Tavernise, 22 April 2016

WASHINGTON — Suicide in the United States has surged to the highest levels in nearly 30 years, a federal data analysis has found, with increases in every age group except older adults. The rise was particularly steep for women. It was also substantial among middle-aged Americans, sending a signal of deep anguish from a group whose suicide rates had been stable or falling since the 1950s.

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