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Previous editions can be found on the blog's Newsletter page. I send it out weekly, so if you don't get my email on Saturday morning, please let me know! (Check your junk and spam folders too.)
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My five latest posts are at the end of this newsletter, latest first.
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A bit late in the day again with my newsletter. My apologies.
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The summer is quite conducive to lazy days and sleeping in. And my website threw a tantrum.
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The one poem I have this week is more of a narrative poem, in which the conductor of a funicular, or cable car, traveling up a mountain, tries to alleviate any worries a passenger might have about skiing down the very difficult slope ahead.
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My thinly veiled metaphor for Covid allows me many opportunities, some more raunchy than others, to poke fun at the cavalier attitude of Covid-deniers.
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You might think this poorly timed, and in poor taste, since we are only now starting to feel that we might have the virus under control. I mean, Dr Fauci felt comfortable enough to resign, right? That's got to count for something! Believe me, I want to forget about Covid as much as you.
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I hope you enjoy this only half-serious rhyme, but I hope that you nonetheless take appropriate precautions in your real life! A sleeping bear, after all, is still a bear.
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If you haven't signed up for my newsletter yet, I hope you will consider doing so. And tell your friends! There's a blue signup form on every page.
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You can also follow my Twitter account, @AndreaLedew,which posts my previously published blogposts, poems and flash fiction. This will give you an idea of just how much mischief I've been up to over the past five or six years.
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Thanks again for your continued readership and support. It means a lot to me.
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The links below will take you to the five most recent posts.
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The blue logo takes you to the homepage. The section on English Majors has the most recent stuff.
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Black Diamond
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In this poem an enthusiastic conductor encourages a passenger on his funicular as it groans up the mountain to a most challenging ski run.
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Until Dawn
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This poem is both a devotion to my mother and a lament as to the fate of the countless undiscovered or passed over, but worthy writers like her. By Andrea LeDew.
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Latter Day Victorians
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This poem lists the ways in which we emulate our predecessors, who marveled at the new speedy technology of trains, yet clung tight to uniforms and codes of etiquette.
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Surroundings
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This poem begins ominously, but overall has a positive message. In it, I chart the path of the survivor, from grief to acceptance to rejoicing.
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Container Garden
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This poem is voiced by a proud recycler of my generation, who does his or her duty and yet vaguely realizes, that while collecting recyclables may be enough to assuage his or her guilt, it is not nearly enough, to make a dent in the underlying problem.
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