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Dog Love
Photo of Sophie by Susan Pittman Dog Love When the hurts pile up and I can’t hold them all, I retreat to my room where the tears start to fall. There she finds me alone, jumbled up in my bed, and...
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Hanukkah Lights
Hanukkah Lights When the candles are lit, and the blessings sung, I sit and watch the wavering flames, imagining the light of our menorah reaching through the dark from our house to our neighbor’s,...
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Winter Poetry Swap
In this, my first year participating in Tabatha’s lovely winter poetry swap, I was the lucky recipient of two sets of gifts! From Tabatha herself I received a feast–bookmarks with poetry quotes, a poem...
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Happy First Day of April
April Fools’ Day Quiz Is it wise to spend the day gazing into space? Is it wise to while the hours sitting in one place? Is it wise to wonder how a cookie’s like the moon? Is it wise to contemplate...
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Reader’s Song
Reader’s Song I met a girl in a book— a sister to me, my heart sang to be so understood. I met a girl in a book— a stranger to me, my heart sang to hear her melody. Sister, stranger, girl, or boy—...
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Hidden Book
Hidden Book Sometimes when the teacher’s talking, I can’t quite hear what she’s saying over the whispering coming from my desk. I try to ignore the murmurs and listen to the lesson...
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Prowling the Desk
Prowling the Desk What do you do when you sit down to work and a creature leaps up on your lap? What do you do when you open your book and the creature lies down for a nap? What do...
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Stolen
Stolen It wasn’t mine. It isn’t. I didn’t mean to steal it. It was so soft and small enough to fit in the bed of my hand. I hid it in my desk, but now I wish I hadn’t. What used to...
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Field Trip
Field Trip Today our classroom is the Chesapeake. The dock is our desk. We read the water, combing the pages for blue crabs, grass shrimp, and plankton. We stand on the map we...
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The Process of Poetry–Looking for a Book: A Dialogue with a Librarian
Summer’s over, the kids are back at school, and I’m eager to get back to blogging and Poetry Friday. Today I’m inaugurating a series I’ve had in the back of my mind for a long...
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