Dailies 7/5/17: When did hordes of sentences start beginning with So? – Alcohol & a rattlesnake – a confession – & the graveyard shift at Ace’s Truck Stop


(Image from a blog entry at Dictionary.comWhy do people end sentences with “so”? What effect does it have on conversation? – Jane Solomon – 8/21/13)


Naomi Shihab Nye – The Tent


When did hordes of sentences start beginning with So?

As if everything were always pending,

leaning on what came before.

Read rest of poem 


Mark Cox – Alcohol


In this faded family photo—
Horton, Kansas, ’36—
they are just two farmhands in overalls,
kept, by a bowed velvet cordon,

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E.J. Koh – Confession

Under my showerhead, I drink

the water to feel full.

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J. T. Knoll – Graveyard Shift At Ace’s Truck Stop

Speed popping, long haul truckers stretch, yak, and
drink coffee with locals searching for pancakes or bacon
and eggs after a night of drinking, dancing, gambling, and
making whoopee at nightspots like the Tower Ballroom,

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Naomi Shihab Nye poem read by Judge in Gavin Grimm trial


Poetry in the Courtroom – David Cole – The New York Review of Books 

“On Friday, April 7, Judge Andre Davis of the US Court of Appeals for the Fourth Circuit resorted to a poem by the Palestinian-American writer Naomi Shihab Nye, in an extraordinary opinion praising a young man who fought for his rights—and lost. Judge Davis’s opinion attests to the courage of Gavin Grimm for standing up for his rights, even as the court denied his request for vindication of those rights.”

“….At the opinion’s close, Judge Davis turned to poetry to capture Gavin’s bravery. Borrowing from Nye’s poem, ‘Famous,’ he explained that Gavin is ‘famous,’ not in the Hollywood sense of celebrity, but in Nye’s sense, because ‘[he] never forgot what [he] could do.’ Here’s the poem, which he quoted in full:”

Naomi Shihab Nye
The river is famous to the fish.
The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.

“We boiled down the lies in another pan till they disappeared. / We washed that pan.”


(poetry diary 181 -2/17/17.) Watching re-caps of yesterday’s press conference and having a nice, gentle fantasy about feeding the President & his administration serum of the sort that Nye writes about.  A calming poem. 

Truth Serum
Naomi Shihab Nye 
We made it from the ground-up corn in the old back pasture.
Pinched a scent of night jasmine billowing off the fence,
popped it right in.
That frog song wanting nothing but echo?
We used that.

The Flying Cat

flying catSo, because I’m obsessed with cats, and because I’m obsessed with poetry, after watching the latest flying cat viral video

     I typed “flying cat poem” into Google, just for the heck of it, and found the following one by Naomi Shihab Nye.
     I’m psyched, as I didn’t expect to find anything, but still stumbled across a good poem. This piece is not about  the same situation as in the video, but it’s still potentially helpful for all who have to travel by air with cats. (Travel with them intentionally, that is!)
The Flying Cat

Naomi Shihab Nai 

Never, in all your career of worrying, did you imagine
What worries could occur concerning the flying cat.
You are traveling to a distant city.
The cat must travel in a small box with holes.

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