Tag: new york city
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A Poetry Reading: Four Recent Poems I Wrote and Read Aloud
For relaxation and winding down before bed or anytime, or just to listen to poetry spoken, I have read aloud a few prose poems I wrote over the span of a few months. You can listen to me read them, the links show the text of each poem, and the third I’d reread is a […]
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Vacation
Peeko listening to a naptime story rest, sit, meditate, paint a little, walk. look at the sky, draw, notice scenery, sketch a scene, yoga stretch, continue to eat tangerines, tomatoes, drink green tea, make scrambled eggs with baby spinach, dinner meals. See how many cups of water I am actually drinking in the day, dawned […]
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“Dream Catcher”
“Dream Catcher” by Jade Nicole Beals –for Kira hear me read the poem: You are a few years younger than me, and you’d already felt much wiser. I remember when you sent me a poem; I thought, is this by William Shakespeare? It can’t be for me? It is so good. It was in the […]
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May Ziadeh in MainGate Magazine, a short biography with titles of speeches she gave—and her poetry
My poet friend Hagop Kazazian sent me this article in a magazine from recent times: End Note Comments by me: —I wonder what she said about Columbus discovering America in her first speech at this college; I’d mention him myself often mostly metaphorically… —I believe her brother mentioned here died as a young child and […]
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The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James, a Brief Book Reflection
‘A Portrait of Peeko with The Portrait of a Lady’ YouTube video featuring my cat Peeko: https://youtube.com/shorts/cajAJwnrpW8?feature=share * The Goodreads book group is still reading the novel, so I won’t go on too long (I’ll try), but I have completed reading The Portrait of a Lady (with Peeko especially affectionate toward it as never before […]
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A Serenade by Ameen Rihani
May 1, 2022 a poem for waking up…anytime A Serenade by Ameen Rihani b. Nov. 24, 1876 from Myrtles and Myrrh (1905) The moon hath said her sad good-bye, My sleeping queen; And all the stars are wondering why Thou art unseen. Behold! abashed, they take to flight, As through the casement breaks thy light. […]
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Happy Birthday, Edna St. Vincent Millay, 130 yrs!
Here’s a poem Edna St. Vincent Millay (b. 1892) wrote…from her book Collected Poems called “To Elinor Wylie.” It’s a series poem containing sections (six), full of sonnet and one in the middle. I read it aloud in the morning fog today on Edna’s birthday Feb. 22, 130 yrs earth. This sky of rose was […]
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Hear Edna St. Vincent Millay Read Her Own Poetry
Edna St. Vincent Millay in her private library upstairs at Steepletop, c. 1935 I didn’t even realize I could do that, until now! It was so incredible to suddenly hear Edna St. Vincent Millay reading her words aloud, a poet I’ve read and written of often, and I don’t even remember how I got to […]
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May’s Letters of Earthly Life Past
Note: Not positive of the diary’s authorship, as two translation sources found not enough to determine. Putting aside for now, ’though references to writing and pen make me think it’s probably from May’s diary. I’ve also added a last writing newfound to me today. (10/23/21) 1920 May Ziadeh to Kahlil Gibran Mai wrote to Jabran […]
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Pisces Moon Night Pop Music Face-Off
It’s now my official Pop music face-off I’d hinted at in a post last Friday held on this Pisces moon with the two Sagittarius competitors, Britney Spears and Nicki Minaj. I am the Pisces host who will highlight strengths✔️and not-so-strengths ❌of these two singers and their music. So, let’s begin the face-off 😊… Nicki’s lyrical […]
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I Heard It
I felt as if Edna might be saying, ‘All this talk of May Ziadeh, and what about me?’ And I forgot about my morning petition until I heard the rain fall and it was answered. I felt these were some good flowing moments to read a poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay (an audio only […]
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A Pair of Flower Poems
Home As I am hurried up the Wall Street subway stairs, in the first flash of sun so much depends upon the pink daisy tucked in the woman’s hair dark as my own. * After Winter Everyday walking becomes bouyantly pattering footsteps. He holds up a surprise present: purple bowing wild flowers, and from within […]