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So why does anyone keep a blog? I used to use it to save links of lit mags and publisher sites. Now a lot of those sites have changed addresses. How many calories are in a $3.00 King Soopers Broccoli Salad? Maybe blogs are for questions. Are blogs for questions?

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This happened

Donald Trump is president. (I remember how it works. I was in 9th grade when Nixon resigned.)

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2017? Really?

Just a Reminder

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Joe Hutchinson workshop a week ago in Loveland, CO

Joe says there are only four kinds of sentences available to us to use when we write poetry. Care to guess what the four types are? I'll give you two hints: one is statements; two is questions; three is _________; and four is ________.

However, in another workshop in Nebraska maybe seven or eight years ago, Carl Phillips broke poetry sentence use down into three more general types: long; short; and fragments. Oh, he had a fourth type, too, the medium-length sentence.

I think if we combine this with the statements Joe made that we get nine (or thirteen) types of sentences: long statements; short statements; long questions; short questions; long________; short__________; long________; short__________; and fragments.

Ok. Well, get writing. Start constructing those fragments and questions and __________s. Throw them together into a poem.

Look for the Jack Martin Poetry Competition-- coming eventually.

But not yet.

This happened

My daughter who is in 3rd grade loves to play at being hurt. She loves band-aids, ace bandages, gauze, slings, splints, et cetera. Last week, on a Sunday afternoon at the trampoline park, she hurt her ankle, couldn't walk on it. It was real. She was both terrified and happy. I took her to urgent care to get an x-ray: sprained. They gave her a splint, which she enjoyed. But she still couldn't walk well, and it was a week at her mom's house. So after the x-ray, I dropped her off at her mom's. Apparently, she had a hard time getting around school. Early Monday evening, after school, she called me. She was a little breathless with excitement: "Daddy. Mommy is going to buy me crutches, and Daddy, it is not just because I want them. It is because I need them." Now, her ankle feels better, but she still uses her crutches to get around the kitchen sometimes.

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