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I Dug Up the Iris

in Dorothy’s garden
to plant in the soaked

soil of mine, memorial
to her each spring

when they’ll open
complicated ruffles

and flourishes, purple
or blue with speckled

throats. They’ll rise
out of rhizomes

sprawling at soil’s
surface like the joints

of my old  hands
anchoring the tall

stalks and frilly petals.
This morning

in the brief breath
of cool I dug shallow

trenches for this legacy,
this pantry of pollens

the bees prospect,
insects with lives

beyond what the mere
gardener knows.

Liane Ellison Norman, a Madwoman in the Attic, has published two books of poetry, The Duration of Grief and Keep (www.smokeandmirrorspress.com). She has published poems in 5AM, Kestrel, North American Review, Grasslimb, Rune, Voices from the Attic anthologies and the Pittsburgh Post Gazette. Her poem “What There’d Been” won the Wisteria Prize in 2006 from Paper Journey Press.

From I Dream of Dinner so You Don’t Have To by Ali Slagle

The second time I made it I used green lentils instead of red. Seemed to hold shape better. Serve on toasted buns just as you would their cousin Sloppy Joe.

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My friend Gail and I went to the French Moderns Show today. This portrait was in the show. Thanks J for the gift of a family membership to The Frick.

Where are the beach toys?

Click to Watch a minute + video of Big Boy #4014

You hear it before you see it.

Deb and Sy went to Euclid Ohio June 8th last week and saw the giant Big Boy engine stopped, with a crowd and here are a few of the pics they sent me

On the way home I pulled over for “Night Couch” bonus