A Street Named Terpsichore

A flat tire introduced me

to the sirens and their mother.

Before I knew Terpsichore

as a muse or the mother of sirens,

I knew her as a street, relatively

residential, nineteenth century

homes, called shotgun houses, 

stringing each room in succession,

front to back, because properties 

were taxed on width, not depth.

Imagine a street of homes,

sometimes duplexes, with

living room-bedroom-bathroom-

bedroom-dining room-kitchen-

back porch, a long house shaped

the like barrel of a shotgun.

 

Terpsichore had sister streets, all

comprising the Faubourg Lafayette

and Lower Garden District of

the Big Easy. You walked streets

named Erato, Calliope, Clio,

Thalia, Melpomene, Euterpe,

Polymnia, and Urania, and 

Terpsichore (of course),collectively

issuing their siren calls to come

home. My personal favorite was 

Erato, named for the poetry muse,

because I had a flat tire in a station

wagon on the interstate right

at the St. Charles Avenue exit,

and I guided our car full of teenagers

bound for the French Quarter down

the exit ramp, carefully, parking 

on a street named Erato. I fixed 

the flat, not knowing that decades 

later, that Erato and her mother

Terpsichore would remind me

of a flat tire.

 

Tweetspeak Poetry has a prompt this week, involving the muses and their siren songs. 

 

Photograph: A shotgun duplex on Terpsichore Street in New Orleans.

Poets and Poems: Susan Rooke and “A Room Full of Ghosts”

Just recently, for some unknown and unprompted reason, a memory flashed from when I was eight or nine years old. I was visiting my grandmother in Shreveport for a summer week. I was sitting on the floor of her living room in the small frame house built by my grandfather and father. The front door opened, I looked up, and there stood what looked a younger version of my Aunt Rubye. I stared. She was equally taken aback; she was seeing the protective older brother she knew as a child.  

The entrance of my grandmother from the kitchen broke the spell. She introduced us. It was my Aunt Ruth, barely if ever mentioned by my father. They hadn’t spoken in almost 25 years, and they wouldn’t for almost another 20, when she was diagnosed with an inoperable cancer.

 

My memory had been shaped and created by something that had happened some 15 years before that surprise meeting, and it would open into an extended story of how a brother and sister had fallen out. I would come to understand that every memory was its own story, and it didn’t have to be a story I was personally part of until that front door opened.

 

What likely put me in mind of that memory was A Room Full of Ghosts: Poems of Remembering, the 2025 collection by Susan Rooke. 

Some Tuesday Readings

 

Identifying happenings – poem by Sonja Benskin Mesher.

 

Poetry Prompt: Meet Your Muse Terpsichore – L.L. Barkat at Tweetspeak Poetry.

 

What Did You Do Last Week? – poem by Erin Murphy at Every Day Poems.

 

“Mr. Flood’s Party,” poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson – Sally Thomas at Poems Ancient and Modern.

Some Monday Readings - March 9, 2026

AI Doesn’t Reduce Work – It Intensifies It – Aruna Ranganathan and Xingqi Maggie Ye at Harvard Business Review. 

Grief Goes Hand in Hand with Gratitude: A Book Review of Marce Catlett by Wendell Berry  – Matt Wheeler at The Rabbit Room.

 

The Passage in The Lord of the Rings Tolkien Couldn’t Read Without Weeping – Trevin Wax at The Gospel Coalition.

 

Speaking Through the Ages: John Aubrey at four hundred – Peter Davidson at Literary Review.

 

Don’t Know Jack About the Other C.S. Lewis? – Joel Miller at Miller’s Book Review.

 

The Nature of Nostos – K.S. Bernstein at Apple Blossoms in a Mournful Wood.

 

Murders for March – Jeremy Black at The Critic Magazine.

 

“A Spiral Spiritual Climb into God” and Other Poems – Katie Andraskie at Katie’s Ground.

 

Willing If Asked – Terry Whalin at The Writing Life.

 

Illustration: John Aubrey (1626-1697). 

He needed the knowledge

After 2 Samuel 24 

Knowing better, having

experiences untold, 

he needed to measure

his power, he needed

an accounting of what

he controlled, forgetting

what that implied,

what happens when

you rely upon yourself,

your resources, your power

to account for your

security. He knew better;

it had happened before,

many times. He’s seen it 

with Saul, with Goliath

and the Philistines, with

Absalom, over and over

again, and still he did

what he set his heart

upon doing. And once

again, predictably,

he learned how actions

lead to destruction.

And in an instant.

 

Photograph by Cheryl Laithang via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Some Sunday Readings

 

Dante and the Companioned Journey –Malcolm Guite.

 

The strange death of Christian Scotland – John MacLeod at The Critic Magazine.

 

The State of the Church in Iran – byFaith.

 

The Chalice of Canterbury: A Call to Faithful Anglicans – Bishop Ceiron Dewar at The Crux of It.

 

Hard Stop – poem by James Matthew Wilson at First Things Magazine.

Saturday Good Reads – March 7, 2026

We know of several U.S. presidents who read poetry, but one in particular is known for his love of verse. And it won’t be a big surprise, given the man’s speeches. Marlena Figge at Society of Classical Poets has the story. 

We’ve visited Westminster College in Fulton, Missouri, several times. It’s still rather amazing that this small town in mid-America became the site of one of the most famous speeches of the 20^th century. And now there’s a museum dedicated to the man who gave it, sitting below a church bombed during the London Blitz and reconstructed at the college. This week marked the 80^th anniversary of the Iron Curtain speech by Winston Churchill. John Rossi at the Imaginative Conservative has the story.

 

Maybe it’s because we live here, but I think we often forget the impact the American Revolution had on the world. And in many ways, it’s still having an impact. Naturalized American Richard Bell (he’s a native Brit) at American Heritagetakes a look at some of that impact in “They Turned the World Upside Down.” 

 

More Good Reads

 

America 250

 

The Great Contradiction: The Tragic Side of the American Founding by Joseph Ellis – review by Timothy Symington at Journal of the American Revolution.

 

“You express a Desire to become acquainted with our American Ladies” – Phill Greenwalt at Emerging Revolutionary War Era.

 

When Some Americans First Lost Their Constitution – Ray Raphael at Journal of the American Revolution. 

 

The Fortress Washington Built Overnight – Jonathan Horn at The Free Press.

 

 “Remember, it is the fifth of March, a day ever to be forgotten; avenge the death of your brethren” – Rob Orrison at Emerging Revolutionary War Era.

 

Trumbull: Connecticut’s “Revolutionary” Governor –Andrew Fowler at Real Clear History.

 

British Stuff

 

The Treachery of Sr. George Downing – A London Inheritance.

 

Faith

 

A Perilous Salvation – Andrew Klavan at The New Jerusalem.

 

The Language of Joy: The Lure of Three Insatiable Letters – Ethan Jones at Front Porch Republic.

 

Walk Away from the Sea – Paul Kingsnorth at The Abbey of Misrule.

 

Writing and Literature

 

Still Got It: Authors Who Thrive as Super Agers – Joel Miller at Miller’s Book Review.

 

My Wife Read One of Admiral David Dixon Porter’s Romance Novels So You Don’t Have To – Neil Chatelain at Emerging Civil War.

 

Poetry

 

Atmosphere in Eight Lines – Maryann Corbett at New Verse Review.

 

“Water,” poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson and “A Musical Instrument,” poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning – Sally Thomas at Poems Ancient and Modern.

 

Steingraber the Poet – Maureen Doallas at Writing Without Paper.

 

Life and Culture

 

Welcoming the Shadow Brother – Mel Livatino at Front Porch Republic.

 

Light of World – We the Kingdom

Painting: Andreas Reading, oil on canvas by Edvard Munch (1863-1944).

Where to place your heart?

After 2 Samuel 24 

It’s a choice: where

to place your heart,

your hope, your confidence?

You have a multitude

of possibilities, of answers:

money, investments, 

property, possessions,

knowledge, experience,

reputation, family, health,

and more. He made his

choice, because of his power,

his influence, his span

of control. He forgot

the words of Joshua,

as for him and his house.

 

Photograph by Jamie Street via Unsplash. Used with permission.

Some Friday Readings

 

“The Messiah: A Sacred Eclogue,” poem by Alexander Pope – D.S. Martin at Kingdom Poets.

 

“Lord, in This Thy Mercy’s Day,” hymn by Isaac Williams – Anthony Esolen at Word & Song.

 

A Thousand Lives – poem by Seth Lewis.

Poets and Poems: Dave Brown and "I Don't Usually, But"

I can’t recall when it began, but some years back, I discovered myself thinking of things that hadn’t been even a small blip on my radar when I was younger. I know it started before I retired. One morning, I woke up, fixed my breakfast, and started reading the obituary page in the newspaper. Regularly. Like, every day. I wouldn’t read each entry, but I’d scan the names, looking for people I might now or had heard of.

 

Eventually I started finding names I knew. People I had worked with. Former executives I’d written speeches for. People I knew from church. It was unsettling. I remember my mother, who for as long as I could remember had faithfully attended her annual high school class reunion. She finally stopped, explaining quietly that only three people were left. 

As you move into old age, you receive regular reminders of your own mortality, and not only from newspaper obituaries. As poet Dave Brown has discovered and written in I Don’t Usually, But, things that were never paid much attention to before take on meaning. 

To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.

Some Thursday Readings

 

4711 – poem by Sonja Benskin Mesher.

 

“Tall Nettles,” poem by Edward Thomas – Sally Thomas ay Poems Ancient and Modern.

 

Poet Laura: Written in March – Donna Hilbert at Tweetspeak Poetry.

 

“Sally in Our Alley,” poem by Henry Carey – Joseph Bottum at Poems Ancient and Modern.

 

“Tears of the widower” and “The lesser griefs,” from In Memoriam by Alfred, Lord Tennyson – Anthony Esolen at Word & Song.