and from this connection, Friedens, a union was struck
that lasted 33 years so far
and next produces a union for
a son-in-law and daughter so dear...
July 3rd at Rochester WI
Erin and Ben
Let's have another cup of coffee
To the Student Who Asked Why He Earned a "C" on an Essay about Love
by Clint Margrave
Because love has its own grammar,
its own sentences,
some that run-on too long,
others just fragments.
It uses a language
not always appropriate
or too informal,
and often lacks clarity.
Love is punctuated all wrong,
changes tenses abruptly,
on the first person,
can be redundant,
full of unnecessary repetition.
Every word is compounded.
Every phrase, transitional.
Love doesn’t always know the difference
between lie and lay,
its introductions sometimes
lack a well-developed thesis,
its claims go unfounded,
its ad-hominem attacks
call in question
With a style that’s inconsistent,
a voice either too critical
or too passive,
love is a rough draft
in constant need of revision,
rarely gives any sense
or reveals the lingering
possibilities of a topic
that always expects high praise,
and more often than not
fails to be anything
"To the Student Who Asked Why He Earned a 'C' on an Essay about Love" by Clint Margrave from Salute the Wreckage. © NYQ Books, 2016
Last night I had the strangest dream
For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid
by William Stafford
There is a country to cross you will
find in the corner of your eye, in
the quick slip of your foot—air far
down, a snap that might have caught.
And maybe for you, for me, a high, passing
voice that finds its way by being
afraid. That country is there, for us,
carried as it is crossed. What you fear
will not go away: it will take you into
yourself and bless you and keep you.
That’s the world, and we all live there.
"For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid" by William Stafford from The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems. © Graywolf Press, 1998
Misc. photos, old and new
Zep and D.