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The poem I wrote this week is a tongue-in-cheek rephrasing of the wise old saying, when you have a hammer, everything looks like a nail. It's called Tools. Hope you enjoy it.

I actually got a belly laugh out of my husband, and that is rarely a response I get from him when I read him my poetry!

On more of a serious note, I wrote out some of my thoughts on an article by Ann Kjellberg I read, about publishers altering works of modern literature after the authors death, with the consent of the author's heirs. You may have heard of that scandal recently, involving Roald Dahl's children's books.

That got my blood boiling. I had to pull out my Bitter Southerner Tshirt that says Read Banned Books and change my profile picture on social. And I also wrote this piece: Bowdlerized.

That's all for this week. See you next time around!




Books gathered on an arm chair. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This essay discusses different ways authors are pressured into changing their words.

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An array of tools on a desktop, including a compass, a magnifying glass, a ruler, a USB stick, a microphone and a keyboard. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
A poem recasting the adage about the hammer and the nail in a modern setting.

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A Literary Citizen

A single yellow orchid bloom on a stalk with many buds ready to flower. Copyright Andrea LeDew,
This blogpost talks about the many aspects of literary citizenship, or ways to support writers near you.

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The Very Model (Parody)

A faded out-of-date globe in a corner on top of a tall bookshelf. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
A parody on the song by Gilbert & Sullivan " Modern Major General," discussing aspects of literary citizenship.

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My Part

A worse for wear cherry tomato plant wilting on a deck. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This poem is about not wanting to be bothered to take care of the things we love.

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