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My name is Andrea LeDew. My blog is a mixture of poetry, short stories and essays. I usually write two to three posts a week. My five latest posts are at the end of this newsletter, latest first.

This week been terribly unproductive on my blog. Life has interfered with my writing, as it sometimes does.

At the beginning of the week I was busy making travel plans. Like many of you, I've hardly left my house in the past eighteen months.

It seems surreal, as a fully vaccinated person, just to be able ( in theory) to walk around stores, without masks on. Even more surreal, to actually book a flight. I keep waiting for someone to wake me up from this pleasant dream.

A few days ago, I got a nasty head cold, which I am still suffering from. It reminded me, unequivocally, that COVID is not the only coronavirus still out there. The old adage, that if you take medicine, you'll be sick for seven days, and if not, for a week, seems to be proving true.

So please enjoy last week's poems again, or if you're in the mood for adventure, click the blue logo and go straight to the site.

The "For English Majors" section will provide you with photo entries that link to all my recent posts in reverse chronological order. Alternatively, you can skip around the other sections, which have mostly essays. Or check out the tag cloud, in the black footer at the bottom of the page, to zero in on a particular topic.

The links below are the same as last week.

Hoping for a more salubrious week next week (now there's an English Major word!) Stay well and enjoy your weekend!

Hope you enjoy poking around on the site with your Saturday morning brew.

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Have a great week!


The links below will take you to the five most recent posts.

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Looking South

This poem was inspired by a heart-wrenching story in the New York Times out of Lima Peru, in which they described the plight of a fifty-year-old man, whose family fell prey to COVID in the month of May 2021.  The epidemic is still running rampant in South America, where vaccines are very hard to get.  I have even read …

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The Racket

This poem complains about the constant noise of modern life, and the incessant and often trivial demands for our attention.  Sometimes, we just need to turn it all off.  Wishing you relief,  in this time of noise and bluster!  For those who don't know, Walter Cronkite was a news anchor on CBS in the seventies when I was growing …

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Color Blind

I may be walking the line of civility with this poem.  It describes the awkward position that many older people, who identify as white, find themselves in, as protests and  expressions of racial discontent fill the airwaves.  Having precious little to complain about, themselves, they feel compelled to declare themselves allies, to whatever group feels most put upon by them, …

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Public Square

Perhaps I have watched too many episodes of Murdoch, a detective series set in the 1890s and early 1900's.  But I find myself yearning for a nineteenth-century point of view, where (I imagine) there would be no confusing good and bad, or wrong and right. In my high school days, we spoke with reverence about the great debates of …

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Invitation to Leave

This poem presents possible solutions to the problem of Global Warming, from the point of view of Planet Earth.  But I'm afraid few of us humans--except maybe Elon Musk, who sometimes talks about living on Mars-- would find these solutions satisfactory. Thank you for coming by to read! You're trapped in the physical world of things, Of blood …

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