Scythians: Warriors of Ancient Siberia at the British Museum, London

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I was recently in London for business, and was fortunate to visit the Scythians: Warriors of Ancient Siberia exhibit at the British Museum, organized in cooperation with the State Hermitage Museum, St. Petersburg, Russia (another place I am hoping to visit in this lifetime). A nomadic people, the Scythians flourished roughly 900 BCE – 200 BCE, […]

Daily Poem: The Year You Thought You Were Dying ~ Mindy Nettifee

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The Year You Thought You Were Dying ~ Mindy Nettifee was a really great year. You ate licorice on the beach in January, swam rum sauced in the icy Pacific wearing only blue rubber flippers and your grandfather’s dog tags and for the first time, it felt good to be cold, it felt good to […]

Daily Poem: You Loved Me ~ Marina Tsvetaeva

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You Loved Me ~ Marina Tsvetaeva You loved me. And your lies had their own probity. There was a truth in every falsehood. Your love went far beyond any possible boundary as no one else’s could. Your love seemed to last even longer than time itself. Now you wave your hand— and suddenly your love […]

Daily Poem: Count ~ Paul Celan

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Count ~ Paul Celan Count the almonds, count what was bitter and kept you awake, count me in: I looked for your eye when you opened it, no one was looking at you, I spun that secret thread on which the dew you were thinking slid down to the jugs guarded by words that to […]

Daily Poem: Another Day ~ Martin Miller

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Another Day ~ Martin Miller How mad I must have been When I look back now On all the reasons why It never happened somehow The excuses I made with A self-constructed lie The boldness that I lacked That made others gently cry You have vision You have time Why? You have the flair There’s […]

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