I sat in English class trying to write a paragraph, drawing a blank. I started writing on a topic. Then I realized that what I had written didn’t make any sense. My sentences weren’t clear. I didn’t have the vocabulary I wanted to use right away, and I couldn’t use the translator because I was […]
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When I close my eyes, I see apples. When I step out my back door, I smell apples. When I look out my front door and windows, I see apples clinging to the trees and lying on the ground. For several weeks as I lie in bed at night I hear them falling, landing with
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“‘It suddenly struck me the other day,’ continued Bernard, ‘that it might be possible to be an adult all the time.’” (Aldous Huxley, 94) In 1963 when I was an undergraduate at a midwestern university, a famous poet (at that time such a thing still existed) was spending a year on campus as Poet in
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When I used to think of colonial America, I thought of Jamestown, Virginia. Now, I think of St. Augustine, Florida. Ponce De Leon discovered the St. Augustine area of Florida in 1513 on his quest for the legendary Fountain of Youth. The city of St. Augustine, officially founded on September 8, 1565, predates Jamestown by
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“The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.” –Jean Giraudoux If you have a thriving garden, there’s an orgy in your backyard. Flowers are the sex organs of most plants* and their perfume may be what first brings the revelers. Many flowers—from trees, shrubs, annuals
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Droppings! Telltale evidence leaves no doubt. I have a mouse in the garage. I refuse to say “mice” as the thought of more than one of the furry creatures inhabiting secret corners, freaks me out. I coexist fine with spiders and snakes. Only a mouse can make me stand on a chair and scream. Fear
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