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Virgil’s Aeneid, Book VI: Heaney, Mandelbaum and the Refugee Crisis – Elizabeth Myhr

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Virgil’s Aeneid, Book VI: Heaney, Mandelbaum and the Refugee Crisis. March 30, 2016. March 31, 2016. I sit in Seattle coffee shops in the morning, order a latte, and read Heaney’s new translation of. Before the entrance, at the jaws of Orcus,. Both Grief and goading Cares have set their couches;. There pale Diseases dwell, and sad Old Age,. And Fear and Hunger, that worst counsellor,. And ugly Poverty–shapes terrible. To see – and Death and Trials; Death’s brother, Sleep,. Here too are pallid diseases, t...

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Elizabeth Myhr

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A Milotte Foundation scholar, is the author of one book and one chapbook of poetry. Her poems have appeared in many literary journals and magazines. A mother, daughter, and independent marketing professional, she is currently working on a new book about the San Juan Islands. A river bends in the grass. This is how grass actually flows. The years are written in the grass. Do you bend like those who are released. The sun's broken now like a window. Bright green skin of night. Web Del So Review of Books.

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Elizabeth Myhr – Elizabeth Myhr

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A poet and editor, Elizabeth is a founding member of Calypso Editions, among other ventures. She lives in Seattle with her family. Infinitely delicate infinitely present. June 1, 2016. June 1, 2016. A ruffled white parasol upside down in the rain. An open book on the bed. The room where I love you has many windows. But the guests were arriving. They’d come a long way they had expectations. You must go now I must stay behind. I wander in barefoot without food. You tell me to get out of the kitchen. The on...

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About – Elizabeth Myhr

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Scholar is the author of. The vanishings and other poems. The dictator’s mistress. As one of the founders of Calypso Editions. Beth edited Piotr Florcyzyk’s. Translation of Anna Swir’s Building the Barricades and Other Poems. As well as other initial press titles. She is also the co-editor of Web Del Sol Review of Books. Beth’s work has appeared in many literary journals and magazines. A mother, daughter, and independent marketing professional, she is currently at work on a several new books. In 2010 Eli...

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Books – Elizabeth Myhr

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The vanishings and other poems Calypso Editions. W]hat Myhr accomplishes, and what places this book way above and beyond any other such debut in a generation is that she is able to be a realist and to step outside of time in the same poem, often in the same line. Her work is filled withthe urgency of the late 20. As one of three notable poetry collections published in the U.S. in 2011. The dictator’s mistress alicebluebooks. 8220;Wrenching, genuine, profound.” Mark Wiggs. A river bends in the grass.

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Blog – Elizabeth Myhr

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Couple these facts with another fact known to psychotherapists: many people, if gifted, are unusually sensitive to noise. Noise can become mentally lethal to these people. It’s hard to believe that we would live in a world in which we would do this to ourselves, but that’s what’s happening. Quite simply, we’ve lost all of our silence, and we have most certainly lost almost all of our quiet. Which brings me to just one question: Why would anybody invent anything louder than birdsong? Poetry on the Bus.

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infinitely delicate infinitely present – Elizabeth Myhr

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Infinitely delicate infinitely present. June 1, 2016. June 1, 2016. A ruffled white parasol upside down in the rain. An open book on the bed. The room where I love you has many windows. But the guests were arriving. They’d come a long way they had expectations. You must go now I must stay behind. I wander in barefoot without food. You tell me to get out of the kitchen. In the dining room among the cocktails. Everyone chatting it up about failure. Where you place your hand so quietly. When I was exalted.

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Mothering the World – Elizabeth Myhr

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April 20, 2016. April 22, 2016. Walking to Philip’s downhill in the rain / A bird embryo on the sidewalk / Zazen organizes events around itself / Like opening or closing a green umbrella. Miriam Sagan. The only good solution, after a couple of hours of hacking away at the confusion (because that doesn’t work anyway) was to take a walk. I grabbed my phone, downloaded a Dharma podcast from Upaya Zen Center. No Go back to my walk? The rest was easy. The infant is back in its nest, the parents attentive ...

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Events – Elizabeth Myhr

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Date: August, TBD. First Monday Reading 7 – 9pm, courtesty of the Northwest Renaissance. Rainbow Cafe, Auburn. The Northwest Renaissance is a nonprofit coalition of poets that has been continuously active since 1974, presenting readings, workshops and special events. A river bends in the grass. This is how grass actually flows. The years are written in the grass. Do you bend like those who are released. The sun's broken now like a window. Bright green skin of night. Wash rapid stars this tiny emerald.

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News – Elizabeth Myhr

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Would you like a free sampler catalogue. Of early Calypso titles? Sept 2014, Seattle – Poetry on the Bus. Beloved I broke my vow. I went out and got drunk. On the prevailing conditions. Come sit at my kitchen table. You are no longer homeless. You shuffle your deck of cards. I wait on a turn in the weather. Old jackets are turning into roses. A river bends in the grass. This is how grass actually flows. The years are written in the grass. Do you bend like those who are released. Bright green skin of night.