demi, you’d like my sandwich this noonthe bread is from someone’s finished mealat st. pat’s fish fry last night raw onion dittothe well-flavored beef slice I slid off johnknoepfle&rs...

farmpoem #14this old ledger probably 1900 maybe earlier it’s from a box of stuff from my folks’ house which was full of stuff from my grandparents’ house I have it all I’m tryi...

have I already reminded you?       my dad says whenoak leaves are as bigas a squirrel’s ear it’stime to plant corn...

our folks bought us the world booka handsome set of volumes a usefuland absorbing reference once Iset out to read the whole thingbogged down at aardvark or was itaardwolf realizing it was an impossibl...

if it’s 83 inspringfieldon the idesof marchwhat’s itgoing to bein mid-july?...

a tranquil spring afternoon todayburning the prairie warm sunlow breeze a thin line of firespreading across the brush-hoggedacre leaving black ash behindtwo springs ago my daughter aidedthis yearly bu...

farmerpoem #11maybe I’ve told you thisbefore but my dad saysa country kid can runthrough a pasture andnever step on anythingwhile a city kid can pickhis way through a pastureand step on everythi...

my poet friend trims the crust fromhis twenty-first polyptotonic pie readyto slide into the literary oven gathersthe tailings rolls them out againenough for another he decidesrolls the scraps again an...