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Cards in each mailbox, angel, manger, star and lamb, as the rural carrier, driving the snowy roads, hears from her bundles the plaintive bleating of sheep, the shuffle of sandals, the clopping of camels. At stop after stop, she opens the little tin door and places deep in the shadows the shepherds and wise men, the donkeys lank and weary, the cow who chews and muses. And from her Styrofoam cup, white as a star and perched on the dashboard, leading her ever into the distance, there is a hint of hazelnut, and then a touch of myrrh.

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Christmas Mail by Ted Kooser

The Red Letters Archives - Steven Ratiner I’ve come to see the Letters as an anthology evolving in real-time, responsive to the emotional and imaginative weather that affects all of our lives.

RLP#282: a poem from former US Poet Laureate Ted Kooser from the new chapbook FELLOW CREATURES--a benefit for the Red Letters.

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No. 24 in my #FavePicturebooks25: Seven Skies All at Once by #TedKooser & #MattMyers
A whimsical, poetic adventure where skies hang out their “cloud laundry” and two kids discover friendship on a rooftop. Gorgeous art + lyrical language = pure magic. #PicturebookPage

The Red Letters Archives - Steven Ratiner In ancient Rome, feast days were indicated on the calendar by red letters. To my mind, all poetry and art serves as a reminder that every day we wake together beneath the sun is a red-letter day.     ...

Celebrating Ted Kooser's new chapbook - published as a benefit for the Red Letters. Read about it in this week's RLP:

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I’m rereading Ted Kooser’s “Lights on a Ground of Darkness,” a short, nostalgic lookback at the poet’s boyhood visits to his maternal grandparents' home in Guttenberg, a town at the eastern edge of Iowa, across the Mississippi from Wisconsin, where his grandfather owned and operated a Standard Oil filling station. It was a simple filling station — a small brick building with an overhang that jutted out over the single row of three thin, towering gas pumps with fancy glass tops — sitting alongside the highway that ran through town. It was the kind of filling station that Edward Hooper might have painted. I first read the book a year or two ago. I am rereading it because I remember it as somehow soothing, stirring my own memories of childhood visits that we took every summer to Bedford and Everett, the two neighboring towns nestled in the Allegheny Mountains east of Pittsburgh where my parents grew up. I’m also rereading it because Kooser, who is best known for his poetry, is a master of descriptive writing. He is the kind of writer who stops you in your tracks for a moment every few pages to admire the construction of the words and sentences that you just read. Take this scene-setter at the begging of the book: “…to the south, a semi loaded with squealing hogs shifts down for the slow crawl up out of the bottoms and into the bright, flat cornfields of eastern Iowa. The bitter odor of exhaust clings like spider webs to the long grass lining the shoulders of the road. Toward the top of the grade the sound of the engine levels into a brash and steady saxophone note that rattles back through the cut, and then, with a fading whine, the truck is gone, leaving the hot road shining empty down the length of the valley.” I can see, hear, smell and taste that semi as it makes its climb. At 60 pages, it is a small memoir. But it is an enjoyable, satisfying journey back to the past.

As a photographer, I’ve used my BlueSky account solely to post my images. But I’m also an avid reader, so I thought I’d try something a little bit different — a mini book review. Read alt text to see my take on Ted Kooser’s Lights on a Ground of Darkness. #Books #BookReview #TedKooser

Forget the Dinosaur Daily writing prompt If you could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be? View all responses If I had the power to bring back a dinosaur, that would mean I could bring back one person. So forget the dinosaur, I'd bring my sweet mother back, and that is all. Here's a poem about by American poet, Ted Kooser, called "

If I could bring back a dinosaur, I’d bring back my mother instead. Grief rewrites every what-if. Sharing a quiet moment with Ted Kooser’s poem Mother as I near a year without the woman who nourished my life.
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Happy Birthday, Ted. Inspiring. 🖤
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✒️ #TedKooser, American poet and US Poet Laureate, is 86 today. #Poetry #Literature

From Ted Kooser's book, Cotton Candy: bookshop.org/a/862/978149...

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I’m filming at the @MuseumofFlight today, on #NationalAviationDay, and I see this incredible poem by #TedKooser posted for the occasion by @POETSorg. Beautiful. 🛩✨

Candlewick Press - Essentials

Former US Poet Laureate #TedKooser wrote a thoughtful children's book about a #plasticbag (from @Candlewick) -- Bag in the Wind -- www.candlewick.com/essentials.asp