Little Google Fiber or, Quick! Get Up and Put Some Clothes On!

Tomorrow we end our relationship with Google Fiber. At the end of two years of excellent connectivity, I repost the verse I wrote to celebrate the beginning. With apologies to James Whitcomb Riley             Little Google Fiber's come to our house today, To scramble through the attic and drag cables … Continue reading Little Google Fiber or, Quick! Get Up and Put Some Clothes On!

Emily Dickinson: Dear March – Come In

  Dear March — Come in — How glad I am — I hoped for you before — Put down your Hat — You must have walked — How out of Breath you are — Dear March, Come right up the stairs with me — I have so much to tell — I got your … Continue reading Emily Dickinson: Dear March – Come In

Day J: Jammies, or, Quick! Get Up and Put Some Clothes On! #AtoZChallenge

            ***** With apologies to James Whitcomb Riley           Little Google Fiber's come to our house today, To scramble through the attic and drag cables on the way, And cut some boards and drill some holes and stuff some cables that Will link up with some … Continue reading Day J: Jammies, or, Quick! Get Up and Put Some Clothes On! #AtoZChallenge

Little Google Fiber or, Quick! Get Up and Put Some Clothes On!

With apologies to James Whitcomb Riley             Little Google Fiber's come to our house today, To scramble through the attic and drag cables on the way, And cut some boards and drill some holes and stuff some cables that Will link up with some other stuff beside the thermostat; But … Continue reading Little Google Fiber or, Quick! Get Up and Put Some Clothes On!

Emily Dickinson: “A Light Exists in Spring” and Some Words About the Poet

A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad On solitary hills That science cannot overtake, But human nature feels. It waits upon the lawn; It shows the furthest tree Upon the furthest slope we know; It almost speaks to me. … Continue reading Emily Dickinson: “A Light Exists in Spring” and Some Words About the Poet

The Maven

Once upon a time, a few days before Halloween, my friend ME called and said, “There are thirteen men under my house. They’re leveling it. For the second time in five years.” Then she invited David and me to go with her and her husband to see the Edgar Allan Poe exhibit at the Harry Ransom Center, … Continue reading The Maven

Day 26: Emily, tippling

I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue. When landlords turn the drunken bee Out of the foxglove's door, When butterflies renounce … Continue reading Day 26: Emily, tippling