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Around the World with the Poetry of Phillippa Yaa de Villiers

From South Africa, to America’s east and west coasts, to Europe and beyond, readers were traveling

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An Old Fisherman in Mozambique and Glória de Sant’Anna

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I just wanted to share a few photographs from our recent Mozambique travels, along with this poem, by a beautiful writer I only learned about today. Her name is Glória de Sant’Anna.  I want to thank Luis R. Mitras, who works for the European Division of the University of Maryland University College, for his beautiful […]

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Dune Dancers

Today, my dad would have turned 73. This year I want to share with you one of my favorite poems of his. He died at the age of 45, and this poem was published posthumously.

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Things Unknown but Longed For Still

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I don’t think after living in South Africa that I could ever keep a caged bird. They are so incredibly happy flying in the trees, and fluttering back and forth to the feeder, and eating together as a large, social unit. Lately, love birds are my most abundant visitors.

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Juan Felipe Herrera Named US Poet Laureate : Harriet Staff : Harriet the Blog : The Poetry Foundation

Juan Felipe Herrera Named US Poet Laureate : Harriet Staff : Harriet the Blog : The Poetry Foundation. Congratulations, Mr. Herrera. Well earned! A happy Writer Wednesday indeed! Love, Marla

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A Ceiling in Versailles

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Our holiday in Paris for Bastille Day included a tour away from the city to the Palace of Versailles, where I could not stay focused on everything around me because my attention was always toward the ceiling. I loved playing with the light and angles in my photography, and wanted to share one of the […]

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Just Because Air is Free Doesn’t Mean You Breathe (and Other Free Things)

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1. Brynn Saito made me cry this morning and it really pissed me off. But it got me thinking about all the things that are necessary to survival that we don’t always do, like cry, or eat, or breathe. No I’ve never gone hungry but I’ve woken alone with a ghost in my throat and […]

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Bottled Flatulence of Literary Elitism and the Cannibalistic Marla-Cow (Manuscript Monday!)

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Before I dig into these next couple weeks of bringing you giveaways and posts singing the praises of the annual AWP conference, I have to tell you that finding energy and inspiration from the AWP conference of 12,000+ attendees doesn’t come without navigating my way through a lot of chest-puffing, harumphing, and that bottled flatulence […]

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Frost is Still my Favorite

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I get heckled sometimes for my absolute and unflinching love of the poetry of Robert Frost. I won’t be ashamed of frequently wanting to trade the abstraction and pretense I read in a lot of modern poetry for the “simple” meter and rhyme of an earlier time. (Don’t let “simple” fool you, however, because creating […]

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A Merry-Go-Round of Poetry and Prose: Readings at Villa Nelle

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Yesterday I had the great pleasure of reading with a few Los Angeles writers at Villa Nelle, the home of my friend Nelly Williams. You might remember in the recent blog titled “Grouping in L.A….” I told you about my friend, Nelly. She’s a poet in her own right, but is always more concerned with […]

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