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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

~ Writing from the Edge of the Wild

Deborah J. Brasket, Author

Tag Archives: poems

Letters From Beyond the Grave on Memorial Day

May 27, 2019

While neither of these poems have anything in particular to do with remembering those who have given their lives to …

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Perfect Pairings – Klee and cummings

February 27, 2018

I’ve long been a huge fan of Paul Klee’s paintings and e.e. cummings’ poetry, and for similar reasons: their playfulness …

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Boats & Blessings, Poems by Clifton and Collins

November 22, 2017

May you and your loved ones, near and far, have a Blessed Thanksgiving. blessing the boats BY LUCILLE CLIFTON (at …

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  • “Vast Emptiness, Vastly Full,” A Homecoming
  • This Sea Within, A Poem & Excerpt From My Novel
  • On Mackerel & Metaphor: A Poet Unravels the Universe
  • The Weight of Snow and Regret & Bo Hopkins’ Blues
  • Poetry to Save a Planet in Peril
  • Unexpected Pleasures: Three New Reviews of When Things Go Missing
  • The Primordial Pleasure of Swimming
  • Two Poems about Love & Coming Home

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After sailing around the world in a small boat for six years, I came to appreciate how tiny and insignificant we humans appear in our natural and untamed surroundings, living always on the edge of the wild, into which we are embedded even while being that thing which sets us apart. Now living again on the edge of the wild in a home that borders a nature preserve, I am re-exploring what it means to be human in a more than human world.

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