Tag Archives: Susan Ludvigson

TCS: Inexplicable – Poems for National Occult Day

Posted on November 18, 2019 by

Good Morning! __________________________________ Welcome to The Coffee Shop, just for you early risers on Monday mornings. This is an Open Thread forum, so if you have an off-topic opinion burning a hole in your brainpan, feel free to add a … Continue reading →

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Word Cloud: PHANTASM (revisited)

Posted on October 19, 2018 by

by NONA BLYTH CLOUD Autumn days slide into long nights of winter-dark –shadows shifting on the bedroom wall, soft footfalls pacing the hallway, or dried leaves scratching on a windowpane – all subtly take on an ominous quality. October is a month abounding with myths … Continue reading →

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Word Cloud: CONFLUENCES

Posted on March 16, 2018 by

by NONA BLYTH CLOUD Susan Ludvigson is a paradox. She has published nine collections of poetry, and a couple of chapbooks, but her “biography” listings are one or two paragraphs about the number of fellowships she’s been awarded, and that she … Continue reading →

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Word Cloud: WITCH

Posted on October 20, 2017 by

by NONA BLYTH CLOUD Witch . . . There’s a long and often tragic history attached to that word. In our enlightened 21st century Western culture, it’s more likely to be used as a somewhat more polite euphemism for that … Continue reading →

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Word Cloud: CONFLUENCE

Posted on December 2, 2016 by

by NONA  BLYTH CLOUD Susan Ludvigson is a paradox. She has published nine collections of poetry, and a couple of chapbooks, but her “biography” listings are one or two paragraphs about the number of fellowships she’s been awarded, and that … Continue reading →

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Word Cloud: PHANTASM

Posted on October 28, 2016 by

by NONA BLYTH CLOUD Autumn days slide into long nights of winter-dark –shadows shifting on the bedroom wall, soft footfalls pacing the hallway, or dried leaves scratching on a windowpane – all subtly take on an ominous quality. October is a month abounding … Continue reading →

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