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Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg: 2009-02-15
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Saturday, February 21, 2009. I'm Sorry" and "Congratulations": Death and Poetry. All week, I've experienced a juxtaposition of "I'm so sorry for your loss" and "Congratulations! Side by side, sometimes even simultaneously, like at my father-in-law's funeral when one person gave me a copy of the small article on me being named poet laureate in the Kansas City Star. And remember, life sucks" or "This too shall pass, so don't get too excited about any of it.". In the End, There Is Only Kindness. Don't worry...
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Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg: 2009-04-26
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Monday, April 27, 2009. Spring and the Bar Mitzvah Express. Spring has sprung wildly in the last few days thanks to several days of fast, hot wind and the several more days of intense rain. Meanwhile, we're working in the yard continuously, riding the Bar Mitzvah express which. Is high-speed, expensive and has frequent breakdowns. The great part of this is how much time we have outside. The not-so-great part is how. Your Program or Project. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Brave Voice (CMG...
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Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg: 2009-03-22
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Tuesday, March 24, 2009. I Live In Big Wind Country. Yesterday, semi-trucks overturned on the turnpike, mailboxes left home, our bird feeder flew the coop, and the top of a hard-plastic child playhouse unfurled itself. It was the kind of wind that made me and everyone around me feel a little crazy, off-balance, agitated, confused and overwhelmed. It reminds me of a good wind story too - and in Kansas, many of the good weather. Your Program or Project. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Wild ...
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Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg: Spring and the Bar Mitzvah Express
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Monday, April 27, 2009. Spring and the Bar Mitzvah Express. Spring has sprung wildly in the last few days thanks to several days of fast, hot wind and the several more days of intense rain. Meanwhile, we're working in the yard continuously, riding the Bar Mitzvah express which. Is high-speed, expensive and has frequent breakdowns. The great part of this is how much time we have outside. The not-so-great part is how. Your Program or Project. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Your Program or Project.
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Brave Voices: Lyrics
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Writing, Music and Other Arts By Brave Voice Participants. Saturday, July 11, 2009. The mountainside is unforgiving and the woods are wild. A mining town is no good place for a woman-child. Mama got married when she was fifteen,. 8216;Round here that’s the way it’s done. Wore herself out sweeping up coal dust,. Went to her grave only thirty-one. We hide our lives behind closed doors,. We all pretend there’s nothin’ to know. No one to trust, nowhere to turn, just. Take it day by day and blow by blow, so.
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Brave Voices: Thigh Dwellers
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Writing, Music and Other Arts By Brave Voice Participants. Thursday, May 21, 2009. We are the thigh dwellers. Peasant ankled worriers of bathing suite weather. Log-legged and land-locked by Gucci, Vercace, and Calvin Klein. We wish for elephant stampedes. To flatten fashion designers before next year’s line of micro-minis. We are the thigh dwellers. Who purchase nylons according to height and weight. And still must pack our legs in like pork sausage. We are the thigh dwellers. We are the thigh dwellers.
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Brave Voices: LOST 9-22-09
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Writing, Music and Other Arts By Brave Voice Participants. Sunday, October 4, 2009. I search the house. Like I’m looking for my keys. She’s got to be in here. She was here just the other day. Round and round I go. Determined to find her. If only the house wasn’t such a mess. I revisit the same places I’ve already been. She’ll be in the last place I look. Round and round I go. Determined to find me. I check the places I’ve already been. If only my life wasn’t such a mess. I know I could find me.
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Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg: 2009-04-12
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Tuesday, April 14, 2009. Luckily for us and maybe not so fortunate for him, I ran into Mike Caron in the check-out line at the hardware store. "Want to burn some prairie in an hour? T to wrap up the loose grass like spaghetti on a fork and then drag it), and hauling water in case things got out of hand. Why do we burn? Prairies need to be burned to bring more nutrients to the soil, clear out the invader trees, and make way for new growth. The history of the prairies shows us that lightning was a grea...
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Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg: 2008-12-28
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Saturday, January 3, 2009. What Happens When Kelley Hunt Performs. I remember several years ago another Kelley Hunt concert - this time in Liberty Hall, and on the New Year's eve eve. On the dance floor, in the middle of "It Ain't Over When It's Over," Kelley had us all belting out with her, "I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield, dow. A tribute to healing and comfort, and also the power of words, and then exploded into a boogie woogie jubilee in "Say the Word.". Your Program or Project. Here's where yo...
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Caryn Mirriam-Goldberg: Who Knew? I Enjoy Being a Girl!
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Wednesday, May 13, 2009. I Enjoy Being a Girl! If you saw me at this moment, you might have a hard time reconciling my black satin with silver rhinestone high heels, silver sparkly jacket, silky black dress, make-up, hair piled on top of my head and jewelry with the uniform I wore for most of my adulthood: black jeans, oversized t-shirt, sturdy sneakers, short hair I never glanced at let alone comb. Something happened in the last few years, something I made happen as a way to bring. Those shoes were inde...
