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I have two selections for you today on this Memorial Day weekend. Hope you enjoy any time off you may have!

The first is an personal essay, Fourth Grade, reflecting back on my childhood years in Minnesota. I focus on my fourth grade year, a year of many changes, and wonder, at my own innocence and naivete. It does seem astounding, compared with what fourth graders are like these days!

Warning, this was written to commemorate the one year anniversary of the shooting in Uvalde,Texas, where many of the victims and survivors were fourth graders. It should come as no surprise, that I, like anyone else who identifies as a human being, am decidedly against such shootings.

The second selection is a poem, called Poetry Reading. One of my very most meta poems, it talks about why we should read poetry and what benefits we might receive, by having it read to us. If you enjoy it, check out my other meta poems about writing, in the end notes of the poem.

I'm sorry this missive is several hours late this week, ending up in your inbox midafternoon. I had a very busy week, or at least a week filled with nervous anticipation for the event that happened on Thursday.

A poetry reading and book unveiling of a collection of NE Florida poetry called "Moss Gossamer" happened Thursday at a local black box theater. I got to read one of my poems, "August," which was included in the collection, out loud in front of a crowd. This is something I have never done before. Many other splendid poems were shared by their authors.

It really felt like a community was beginning to gel, here, in a place some have regarded in the past as a cultural wasteland. Of course, what do they know? Art is alive and well in Jacksonville, if one is to judge from last Thursday's festivities. And it sure is fun to be a part of it!

To hear all about it and find where you can snag yourself a copy of "Moss Gossamer," follow the poem's "Read More" link below.

That's all for this week. See you next time around! Oh and I have added a pop up to the site to encourage people to subscribe to the newsletter. If you are perusing, just click the "x" to get rid of it. I know it's annoying but it's worth a try, to enlarge the reader base for my work.

Andrea


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So Close and Yet So Far

American flag on the Fourth of July as viewed from the porch. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This essay discusses the Semiquincentennial celebration and compares it with Fourths of Years gone by.

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Drawing

Old pack of colorbrite colored pencils from the sixties (?). Copyright Andrea LeDew
A poem on redistricting, the drawing of new districts to serve the ruling party's political purposes, with the blessing of the Supreme Court and with enthusiasm unchecked by either the people's will nor the State's Constitutional provisions.

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Attempt

A bouquet in the dark on a tablecloth with a wine bottle. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
A poem describing the swirling emotions on and offline provoked by the attempted assassination of President Trump at the dinner for the press. Caveat: I do not doubt the attempt on his life was real. P.S. The photo is an attempt at beauty.

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Approaching May 1st, 2026, Anniversary of The Great Fire, Jacksonville, FL

Beltane Fire near Great Dixter in England. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
A poem about a very dry spring in Florida which calls to mind the terrible fire which consumed Jacksonville early in the 20th century.

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Smiles

American and Australian handheld flags laying on desktop. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This poem analyzes the loss of reputation of the US in the eyes of its closest allies, and the attitude it projects, about that loss.

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