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_______________________________ “Green, Green is My Sister’s House” poem by Mary Oliver from her book, A Thousand Mornings (The Penguin Press, 2012).
__________________________ The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun. —John Greenleaf Whittier
Aside from a dubiously tasteful start, April brings National Poetry Month (and some other things*) to the USA, and this has Hank pretty pleased. What’s more, a recent Elliott Bay blog post notes that the American Academy of Poets has named … Continue reading
Big thanks to everyone who bought biscuits and other delightful treats this weekend! Oh, the plethora of delicious things. Hank recollects that he’d simply mentioned he liked bacon, and the next thing he knew he was in the kitchen bakin’. … Continue reading
April! Finally. No joke here. No sunshine either. Seattle enters its 1000th continual day—more or less—of rain. Seagulls wheel and cry over the House of Hank, mistaking our sodden street for the Sound. Sigh. But is Hank blue? Nah. He’s … Continue reading
Brilliant. On a side note, one of Hank’s Very Favorite People distinctly remembers the day Valley came to her school, far, far away from the San Fernando Valley. It was funny. For that day. Then it wasn’t funny anymore. And … Continue reading