Author Archives: literarylee

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.

The New Colossus

Emma Lazarus, 1883 Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and … Continue reading

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Flag Draped

This week, walking by a church in the District that houses a well-known, heavily patronized soup kitchen and homeless person service center, I saw several shopping carts parked outside the entrance, brimful of the owners’ worldly possessions.  Draped over one … Continue reading

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Dolling the Grind

 

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From the Bride’s Father’s Notebook – Day 14

Saturday, January 2, 2010 The kids (Kids?  Who am I kidding?  They’re adults now, married college students with plans and aspirations and their own budding identity as a married couple.) are sightseeing in D.C.  Our daughter has seen most of … Continue reading

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The Quiet

No music of our own, we listened to the quiet which wasn’t so quiet once we listened awhile.

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Two Missed Photos With Captions

Of all days to have forgotten my camera, I was sorry not to have it with me.  A shame to miss two photos that would have lent themselves nicely to captions.  Then again, who needs a picture when you have … Continue reading

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A Midsummer Saturday’s Tour of Smith (Really getting the most out of this midsummer theme, aren’t I?)

Want to drive to Smith with me?  Great!  Hop in.  I like and don’t like this drive.  I can’t wait to see what good things are happening in the garden, but I worry about what bad things might be happening.  I … Continue reading

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Bombay Reductions

April 29 1998 I want to share a few Bombay reductions with you.  A reduction is a shrinking  of something, lessening it from what you’d normally expect.  Sometimes, a reduction takes a thing to its essence like boiling fruit to get jelly … Continue reading

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Trees

Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy … Continue reading

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More on Time: Midsummer Already?

Midsummer night, June 21, is the start (not the middle) of summer, not because hot weather or any other nearby thing snaps at our heels and dampens our armpits, but because of events far away in space.  The relative position … Continue reading

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