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Bookish, artsy, likes a good laugh and loves to dance. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Newer posts →. My Pal the Adverb. May 5, 2013. What’s happening as a good writer should. Then she goes on to equate adverbs with cliches, pairing them in sentence after sentence for the rest of the article. (Hmm – can “Show, don’t tell” be considered a cliche all by itself? Give it back,’ he pleaded abjectly, ‘it’s mine.’. Don’t be such a fool, Jekyll,’ Utterson said contemptuously. Confused now abo...

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Mutterings of a Mad Bookseller: Bargaining-

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Mutterings of a Mad Bookseller. Wednesday, February 25, 2015. Books tell us that the basic difference. Between me and my cat. Is my greater cranial capacity,. And an opposable thumb-. But that’s science;. The important difference is that. I make deals with the Universe. It may seem silly to believe. That if I use a certain spoon. To stir my coffee every morning. The Universe will help the Sox win-. But it’s worked so far,. At least some of the time. Some people may call that ‘Superstition’,. That I&#8217...

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Mutterings of a Mad Bookseller: May 2015

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Mutterings of a Mad Bookseller. Tuesday, May 26, 2015. First plant sale of the spring-. Bright boxes bursting with blooms-. Marigolds, petunias, zinnias, snapdragons;. Six-paks of hope all competing. To see who I will take home. And kill with neglect first-. Pots of sprouting hosta,. From your backyard to mine;. Breakfast for your deer last year,. A midnight snack for my deer this year. Pots of raspberry and blackberry canes-. So much potential,. In a black plastic container:. On the hottest day of July.

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Mutterings of a Mad Bookseller: Road Trip

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Mutterings of a Mad Bookseller. Wednesday, April 15, 2015. They told us that the road to Fame. Went through Maine that Friday night-. So the band ended up in New Hampshire. I was the roadie for a pack of Boston rockers. Who worked at liquor stores and copy centers between gigs. The only band member who owned a car. Was the drummer, and we named his. 1978 Chevy Impala station wagon “Jumpin’ Jack Flash”. Our bassist worked in a screen-printing shop. We never worried about the cops-. Sure, they noticed us,.

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Mutterings of a Mad Bookseller: Time bomb-

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Mutterings of a Mad Bookseller. Friday, April 03, 2015. The Time bomb seconds count away. The only explosives here are the seconds themselves. They count down in the clock on my computer. Twelve minutes until the cats’ breakfast). They lurk on the microwave clock. 7:24, six minutes left to get through Facebook). Seconds pound away on the face of my phone. They peer out accusingly from the cable box. They hover eternally in the upper right corner of my iPad. There are no words for that in my language.

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Mutterings of a Mad Bookseller: Bones-

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Mutterings of a Mad Bookseller. Wednesday, July 08, 2015. Life is that clock. Looming on the wall. In the morning of my life. And danced in the snow. On the hottest day in July. In the noontime of my life. Farted them out as crocuses. And burped booming thunder. I still want to believe. But in the afternoon. For the afternoon hours. I feel the possessiveness. Of the mother bear. With her new cubs. In the afternoon I just want. To write words that let me. Burrow like a mole. And feel the honest earth.

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Mutterings of a Mad Bookseller: Tough Love

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Mutterings of a Mad Bookseller. Sunday, July 05, 2015. That poem was nothing. The rose bush that. Wouldn’t bloom;. The puppy who refused. On the carpet;. On having 18 syllables. You can’t lock a puppy. Or a rose bush. In a drawer,. But I got smart-. I stuffed the poem. Walked away for a week;. And a day more. Just to be sure. Then I took it out. And opened it up. Like a flower petal,. That refused to work before. Under my fingers;. My lovers’ touch. And they fell into place. Then I walked away.

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Mutterings of a Mad Bookseller: Golden

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Mutterings of a Mad Bookseller. Saturday, April 25, 2015. Before my brain begins to work,. Process - edit - manage - filter). Is my golden writing time. When my mind is crystal clear. When the sun breaks over the windowsill. I can feel the moment growing shorter;. Golden light erases golden focus. Don’t throw light into my brain;. It makes the shadows stark;. But tomorrow is another day. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Poets and Poetry Sites. Poetry News (Western Mass.).

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Mutterings of a Mad Bookseller: Plant Sale-

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Mutterings of a Mad Bookseller. Tuesday, May 26, 2015. First plant sale of the spring-. Bright boxes bursting with blooms-. Marigolds, petunias, zinnias, snapdragons;. Six-paks of hope all competing. To see who I will take home. And kill with neglect first-. Pots of sprouting hosta,. From your backyard to mine;. Breakfast for your deer last year,. A midnight snack for my deer this year. Pots of raspberry and blackberry canes-. So much potential,. In a black plastic container:. On the hottest day of July.