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"Planet Elizabeth," a poem that appeared in CRICKET MAGAZINE, is the winner of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators Magazine Merit Award for Poetry. YIPPEE!                                                                                                             To read "Planet Elizabeth" scroll below.

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Leahn J. Halprin, a farmer and philosopher, was my father.  He ran the M.A. Halprin Ranch in Yuba City, California, until his death in 1976. His brother, Elm Halprin, was killed in World War II.  Saralee Halprin, a concert pianist, is my mother.  She was the pianist of the Cleveland Orchestra and soloed at the Hollywood Bowl.  She teamed with cellist Harold Schneir and played four hand piano works with pianist Sidney Stafford for many years.  Currently, she plays chamber music and teaches for Brandis University.  She is one of eleven brothers and sisters.  Her oldest brother, now deceased, was Raphael Konigsberg.

 

 

PLANET ELIZABETH                                         

by April Halprin Wayland                                          

 

When I pass her in the hall, I am pulled into her orbit

by sentences that speed past each other,

meteors that careen into each other,

smashing into thousands of

half-begun-never-finished-thoughts.

 

Her own world

and I’m always welcomed. 

 

I only meant to

say "hi"

but I’m buckled into a rocket

accelerating towards Planet Elizabeth

before I can move out of her orbit.