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Ask Me, by William Stafford

Doing my ironing this evening I listened to a BBC Radio 4 documentary on William Stafford, a poet I had never previously heard of. He wrote a poem every day for over 50 years – over 20,000 in total.  160 more words

A Poem


“I’m sorry, my dear, but this is the only way.”

Helga wrestled with her bonds. “Please, Professor; let me go. We’ll say no more about it. 396 more words

William Stafford

Meanwhile, at the Shrink's...

Martyn settled back onto the couch and clasped his hands together over his paunch. He’d been looking forward to this session all week. Where else did he get a chance to offload? 550 more words

William Stafford

Beginner Poetry Mind

Two weekends ago I had the joy of teaching a beginner poetry class at David Biespiel’s wonderful school, The Attic. The students were attentive, inquisitive, serious, funny, and nervous. 279 more words

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 My first word was ‘teleology,’ and my first spontaneous poem was an epitaph that ended with the following words,

                            Doves did not know where to fly, and


Poem to Start the Week #23: Just Thinking

Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window.
No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held
for awhile. Some dove somewhere.

Been on probation most of my life. 53 more words


Lost Poem

Silver Star by William Stafford, one of the Methow River Poem series of signs is now located at the Washington Pass overlook. I will post the poem in the comments section…beautiful!