My Wobbly Bicycle, 340 — Fleda Brown Oh dear, do I throw together a Wobbly today, having had no time to write it ahead of time, or do I skip it? I’ll do it, regardless, and hope you’ll forgive me if it’s less coherent. That’s the pract...

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Today's Wobbly about not much of anything, it seems.

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A Bonus Wobbly! Instructions and descriptions of Zooms coming up.
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My Wobbly Bicycle, 335 — Fleda Brown I’m sending this now because I can’t write to you on Wednesday.  I will be lying in a hospital bed, full of drugs, and being fed and looked after. Who doesn’t, in spite of the awfulness of surger...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 334 — Fleda Brown What a terrible time for our democracy. We’re walking on ice and slipping every minute.

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Today's Wobbly is about Ice, or ICE.

The Poem I Was Going to Write It was snowy, like now, only more so.

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 333 — Fleda Brown The snow keeps coming and coming. It’s quite lovely from in here, with all our high windows. Across from the window of my study, a guy is snowblowing the third floor balcony, snow feathering out like ...

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Glorious snow on Wobbly today!

My Wobbly Bicycle, 332 — Fleda Brown What it looks like here on the ground floor, just before Christmas—bushes all covered with white lights that glow through our windows all night. Not a problem. We close our bedroom blinds, and Ollie t...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 331 — Fleda Brown What would I do without writing? Maybe I’d knit, or paint. Maybe, if my back were better, I’d cross-country ski. Maybe I’d cook. Well, I can rule that one out right away. I can do it, I’m pretty good ...

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Today's Wobbly about what to do in old age.

My Wobbly Bicycle, 330 — Fleda Brown As I open this blank page, AI recommends that I might want to write a bedtime story for an 8- year-old about dinosaurs; or I might want to create a low-budget three-day trip to Paris; or create a summ...

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Today on Wobbly, I talk about AI and humans.

My Wobbly Bicycle, 329 — Fleda Brown That’s it. I’m exhausted. I’m so exhausted (add to this my back pain) I’m not planning any more readings for a while. But the book launch was wonderful! A large room full of people! I should have had ...

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Wobbly today is about being tired, being silent, and launching books.

This evening in Bellaire!

Saving the Photographer When he wanted to jump. When maybe he did jump.

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 328 — Fleda Brown One friend’s wife is dying and is already gone in a sense with vascular dementia. Another has just been diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. Another’s husband is very slowly giving way to dementia. My back ...

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Speaking out, however wobbly, on Wobbly today.

My Wobbly Bicycle, 327 — Fleda Brown I INTERVIEW MYSELF ABOUT MY NEW BOOK, THE END OF THE CLOCKWORK UNIVERSE: Q:  I’m so happy to spend this time with you, Fleda, to talk about your new book! I’m a great fan. I’ve read every wo...

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My interview with myself: illuminating!

In Praise of Autumn An old poem I'd forgotten about.

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Monday's poem I dug out of the attic where I store the old ones.

Way Too Much Sugar But that's how it is when you're young.

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Every Monday I post an old poem I don't want to be forgotten. At least not now.

My Wobbly Bicycle, 326 (Copy) — Fleda Brown Staying engaged can apply to writing, to poetry, as well as to the political situation. You’d think you couldn’t help it, as a writer, but there are deeper levels of being engaged. Some of them involv...

www.fledabrown.com/blog/my-wobb... Some thoughts on staying engaged, on Wobbly today.

Catalytic Converters A free poem from my new book. Now would you order the book?

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A poem from The End of the Clockwork Universe, available now from Carnegie Mellon U. Press but actually launching on Oct. 7.

My Wobbly Bicycle, 325 — Fleda Brown My back’s been painful all summer. Finally, after MRI and x-rays, the source has been identified, cortisone injected last Thursday, and I’m feeling much better. For now at least. But still, there’s li...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 324 — Fleda Brown Our 34th anniversary was Saturday. Who would’ve thought? We’ve had this many good years together! I don’t know how it would be, two poets living and working together. It could be great, helping each...

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Today's Wobbly about writers and their marriages.

Wild Sweet Pea A Happy Thing

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 323 — Fleda Brown Hot! We now have ceiling fans in every room of the two cottages, minus one, which will happen as soon as the electrician can get to it. And, with whatever’s going on with my hip, I can’t swim or even ...

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In today's Wobbly, talk a little about The End of the Clockwork Universe, that comes out in October.

You Are Breaking My Heart Listening to a lone bird

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When a bird loses its mate. A poem.

The End of the Clockwork Universe A luminous new perspective on aging, science, and the tender strangeness of being alive. What does it mean to exist in a universe that refuses to stay still? In The End of the Clockwork Universe, Fled...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 322 — Fleda Brown Dear friends, I’m taking time off. Everyone needs time off, I’d say. In the meantime, here’s a little prose poem for you.

Taking time off. And a little poem.
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The End of the Clockwork Universe A luminous new perspective on aging, science, and the tender strangeness of being alive. What does it mean to exist in a universe that refuses to stay still? In The End of the Clockwork Universe, Fled...

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Here you go! A way to pre-order my new book and a peek at the glorious cover!

Here's the faculty of this year's Interlochen Writers' Retreat. I love these people. I gave a craft talk on "Coming to Terms with Disorder, Disruption, and Just Plain Evil." I have never gotten to speak at a more important time.

My Wobbly Bicycle, 318 — Fleda Brown We got our new dock. I’ll forever miss the wooden one, but it was rotting. We were, I’m pretty sure, the last holdouts on the lake to ask the dock people to install and take out a heavy  4’ woode...

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A new dock. And change as the nature of nature. On Wobbly this time.

Milkweed A poem from Flying Through a Hole in the Storm

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 317 — Fleda Brown My retirement community, some of us, took a bus trip to Detroit. It’s not so far away, a first try at trips out of town sponsored by the “club,” as we’re called. After having lived on the east coast f...

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A trip to Detroit.