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Tag: Catapult Magazine

18 Jan 2013 Neil E. Das

of articles and blog breaks – on thrift store shopping and wholeness

28 Nov 201230 Nov 2012 Neil E. Das

Of Twinkies and Fruitcakes – Hostess Holiday Fruitcake

22 Nov 2012 Neil E. Das

Beautiful Inefficiencies – A Video Produced for Catapult Magazine – On Cooking a Pumpkin

28 Sep 2012 Neil E. Das

buying groceries – A Haiku About Fruitcake or Memory (or Both)

11 Nov 2011 Neil E. Das

The Theme of Grief in Terrence Malick’s Tree of Life – An Essay in Catapult Magazine – The Book of Job and the Tree of Life

11 Nov 2011 Neil E. Das

Sorrow in 17 Syllables – A Year’s Haiku from The Dassler Effect on Grief – In Catapult Magazine

1 Sep 20112 Sep 2011 Neil E. Das

Culture Make Sale – Culture is Not Optional – Huss School House – Three Rivers, Michigan

18 Feb 201118 Feb 2011 Neil E. Das

The lie of keeping it real – A review of Losing My Cool: How a Father’s Love and 15,000 Books Beat Hip-Hop Culture by Thomas Chatterton Williams

11 Feb 201111 Feb 2011 Neil E. Das

A Book by the Fire – New Photo in Catapult Magazine

10 Oct 2010 Neil E. Das

“He Puts the Lonely in Families” in Catapult

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Autumnal. A post-apocalyptic vision in North County... Time of the goldenrod. Yesterday morning, the clouds were aglow with the dawning. It had been a week since September's heat dome had broken, and the pool was in the nether world between summer's joyful splashings and being drained and covered for the winter. My time in the pool in the summer was in the glorious long evenings, but with 4 resident young boys the pool had seen far more exciting hours. I was walking C who had probably put on about 25 lbs since my last visit. The scene was also evocative enough to spawn a haiku. Morning glory. A glory faded, but glory nonetheless. Monarchs on goldenrod. Feels like home III. Autumn, the cornfields, the soybeans, yellow flowers, and goldenrod. #illinois #autumn Feels like home II. Autumn, the cornfields, the soybeans, yellow flowers, and goldenrod. #illinois #autumn
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