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15 August, 2012
The Least Poetic Ending I Have Ever Known: A Poem
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Flocking blackbirds foretell nothing except an early and colorless fall. Apples are rotting off the tree. This is not a year for walnuts. Sm...
28 July, 2012
Notes On Reading Lorca While Riding The Metro (a poem
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This is no city for gypsies. The man sitting three rows ahead of me offered assurances that the downtown food pantry was helping more people...
23 July, 2012
Impending Departure: Westward
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(transcribed from travel journal) Cool morning in Minnesota, hot cup of coffee, cigar lit the hum of the central air like white noise, simul...
09 July, 2012
Clock Watching In The Time Zone Continuum - A Poem
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Seven minutes until the hour and the 12:01 to Kansas City hasn't boarded yet. The driver announced a delay – some “beer problem” he call...
18 May, 2012
Pictogram (Sunset Over Ames, Iowa): A Poem
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The land is still flat, brown, not scorched but overturned, overused, a little too loved and a little to abused until finally it is pummele...
27 April, 2012
Disappearing Geography, Bluegrass Slingshot: 2 Short Poems
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104 E. Main Revisit The pet mouse in the cupboard we lacked the heart to kill is long gone. So is the ageless onion skin wallpaper, with it...
25 April, 2012
Disappearing Geography: Snapshot Not Yet Developed (a poem)
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The aging poet by the seaside a bottle of vino on hand Red like blood, like ink, like the sun On certain days over the southern hillside. Sh...
23 April, 2012
Brief Introduction to The Atlas of Deep Time
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Roads cut into mountain rock like long memories, though the names and dates and reasons have all been forgotten. One fresh grave among the ...
02 April, 2012
Porkopolis Revival: (Re)Return of the Native (a poem)
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I have written this cityscape and it has written me – chiseled into these bones, memories like the rings of trees will tell the tale when I ...
25 March, 2012
Wayward Sacredness, Intermezzo 3: The Last Supper (A Poem)
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You cooked dinner and I tried not to notice the small differences since I'd been gone. Mexican Night: simple taquitos. Corn. Black beans...
19 March, 2012
Listening to the Earth Groan In the Space Between Sips
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The grass will grow for sure. Three days before the first day of Spring, the first real rain falls after two days of preternatural heat. ...
16 March, 2012
Epitaph For A Warm Winter In The Corn Belt
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It's warm this year for late March. The mosquitoes have hatched and the mysterious downtown gnats have moved in. Local criers prematurel...
08 March, 2012
Move Along
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Walking back to the bar after dark I passed our old street. Looking down and up the hill, I noticed the porch lights were on and I almost tu...
23 February, 2012
Worth Waiting For
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Hauling ass out of the Appalachian foothills, I wasn't sure the car would make the trip. Two rusted off back quarter panels, exhaust pip...
Snap Shot: Ash Wednesday, Lower Manahatta
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He asked me if I could buy him a hot dog. But I was already bumming off a friend and had no money, and told him so. His pants were rolled up...
19 February, 2012
Scant Minutes Til The End of a Long Distance Romance
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Bus Station flowers still cold from refrigeration hands wrapped around tightly. Red knuckled. Eye out for a bottle of wine. Bus will arrive...
17 February, 2012
Détente and Domestic Policy
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There is no resolution, sometimes. Arguments over things less or more important matter more or less in an endless geography that makes up a ...
16 February, 2012
On Rothko's Seagram Murals
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Paint your way out. Find sliding doors and wide open windows only to find the world is bound. We give ourselves a little room to move, call...
15 February, 2012
I Did It
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I did it. And I did it without you. Hobbled around, (as is my custom these days) until I found the Rothkos in the National Gallery. Then I s...
14 February, 2012
No Martyrs Here
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There are no martyrs here – only a drunk without a bar in a city where one should either be drunk or between a woman's warm thighs (or b...
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