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Bright Copper Kettles: Mourning to Moonshine

During Jim’s final December, just after we learned his illness was terminal, Vijay Seshadri published a wonder of a poem called Bright Copper Kettles: Dead friends coming back to life, dead family, speaking languages living and dead, their minds retentive, their … Continue reading

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Recovering Green

I have been transfixed for several days by the immensity of flowers which have followed one of the driest winters.  No sepia is to be seen among bushes brimming with dinner plate-sized flora in vivid red, pink, magenta, yellow and … Continue reading

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