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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.
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I haven't written any poetry this week. I've been taking a break from most everything, and that includes this newsletter, unfortunately.

It has been a short week, after all, sandwiched between Labor Day weekend and September 11th. Today is the twentieth anniversary of that three-pronged terrorist attack by Al-Qaeda, on the World Trade Center, NYC, the Pentagon, Washington DC, and (the foiled attempt on) the Capitol Building, also in D.C. This last attempt resulted in a plane, full of doomed passengers, downed on a field in Pennsylvania.

This week, we contemplate the recent handover of Afghanistan, where the planning of this attack took place, back to the Taliban (though perhaps, as they claim, new and improved.)

We look around at the full ICU wards and marvel, at the stubbornness of the 25% who still refuse to get vaccinated, and the other 25% who need to finish their course of vaccination so that we may all be safe.

Meanwhile medical professionals await their booster shots, wondering when their early vaccine will wear off.

And we hear rumors of a new J6 (as in, January 6th)Protest at the Capitol, in support of those poor people arrested after the first go-round. Coming to screens near you, on September 18th...

Sometimes it's hard to remember what a great country we live in.

Here are links to a few of my poems about patriots, protests, and patients. In case you've already read the posts in the feed at the bottom of this newsletter.

Happy (?!?) September 11th, and stay safe out there!

The Enablers (Flight 93) is about the plane that went down in the Pennsylvania field that I mentioned above, and the heroes that were on it.

Great Patriots is a reminder of what the last "protest" at the Capitol was like, on January 6, 2021.

Provincial contemplates the George Floyd protests, from an apathetic suburbanite's point of view.

The Five Hundred Thousand is a call to action, from midway through this two-year pandemic, much like Biden's policy-wielding, medical call to arms, this week.

Winter's Toll is an invitation to a COVID bedside. It darkly foreshadows what awaits us, if we do nothing.

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Have a great week!

Andrea

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

The blue logo, takes you to the homepage. The section on English Majors has the most recent stuff.


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Appetite

In this tongue-in-cheek, yet macabre poem, I complain about how COVID-19 seems to target those who, like myself, have a weakness for overeating.  This is me, stomping my feet, in protest.  It seems particularly harsh, that we should, in our own best interest, cut back on eating, now.  At a time when there is precious little else to do, as …

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Returning Boots

I wrote this poem after listening to a recent interview on MSNBC Morning Joe with two veterans, about their reactions to the recent pull-out from Afghanistan, completed on August 31, 2021.  One veteran was the head of Team Rubicon and the other was teaching a class on 9/11 to college students. Some of the comments of the two veterans …

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Sweet Sixteen

I wrote this poem after watching images of the appalling aftermath of Hurricane Ida.  Please be generous to those in need.   Thanks for coming by to read. The ocean came to visit For our anniversary, And it will be a long, long time Before she'll go away. The stilted houses by the marsh Were wading to their …

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Superior Haunting

This poem is a love song to my sister.  She and my brother and I recently went to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, along Lake Superior, for a scattering of my parent's ashes. When people live far away, it's easy to slide into a habit of benign neglect.  To fail to call.  To fail to visit.  We hurt people …

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In the Gray

A simple early morning poem, for those of you who like to wake up early.  And, for those of you who wake up early, despite your best intentions. Thanks for stopping by to read. Nice and hot, And mostly white, You chase away  The shades of night, And bitterly, Replace my fear With some more cheerful Atmosphere. …

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