A poem by Thomas Thornburg from Ancient Letters

(for Merrill Rippy)
Yonder three nuns come trailing their tattered Latin,
And there a lady blue nimbussed, High Priestess of Grammar,
The freshmen are lost in autumnal quads of confusion,
The drunken Greeks lowing like cattle at bay,
False tallies are taken and totaled, vespers et matins,
The wrong books are ordered, the computer [...]

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Technical difficulties last Sunday put NunnaYerBizness Today out of business for a period. A database became what appeared to be irretrievably corrupted and made logging on impossible (as readers may have noticed). A database is the logical machine on which a Web site floats.

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A Poem by Patricia A.
I watch my dad as he looks past the floor,
pensive,
sitting on the edge of his bed,
the edge of his life,
about to run out of ground on which to walk.
His knees are apart
at shoulders width.
His hands clasp loosely to each other,
not as if praying or holding on to life,
but just to keep [...]

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Last night I sent the following letter the the Brownsville City Secretary:
Ms. Von Hatton:
I’m attaching the memo I was provided by your office in response to my request for information on how much the city has spent on Pablo Kisel Boulevard. I appreciate the effort that seems to have been involved in producing it, but [...]

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If you haven’t met Kim from the heart of the Cube Farm, you’re in for a treat.
For more, visit her YouTube page or CubeFarm1, the actual production site, directly.

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