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Thursday, April 17, 2014 12:00 am
 a carhit a carhit a carhit a carhit my friendron stoppedat a red lighthe checked outokay at thehospital Icould addphilosophicclichés hereweb of lifeout of theblue left fieldbut you cando that f
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Thursday, April 10, 2014 12:00 am
 poop poem #2back to unpoetic topics here are twogrossies about dog poop I was inmadison working with my nephewhe lives three blocks from my sisterhe wasn’t up yet I figured I’d goshare a cup
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Thursday, April 3, 2014 12:00 am
 musicpoem, sort of #1when we were kids we took our musiclessons in madison every saturday atthe wisconsin school of music a big oldhouse with sound pouring out of every fissure from squeaks squa
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Thursday, March 27, 2014 12:00 am
 babylon #1woke up worked drank coffee worked emails phone calls worked rearrangedmanuscript last minute stuff workedworked didn’t think a single thoughtabout you till I was driving late tochur
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Thursday, March 20, 2014 12:00 am
 First day of spring poemMy snowdrops are up, shivering, but visited by honeybees, and so I offer you my mother’s love poem to my dad, written in 1924, whiletheir May marriage was pending. Beca
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Thursday, March 13, 2014 12:00 am
in the car the whole family drivingnorth I was eight I discovered a metalwhistle a slush pump by blowing andsliding the plunger up or down one couldmake swooping sounds I soon realizedby stopping on a
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Thursday, March 6, 2014 12:00 am
I found an essay my sister wrote when shewas a college freshman her prof must haveasked for an autobiography it is of courseinteresting to me for we shared the samechildhood and some of the same memor
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Thursday, Feb. 20, 2014 12:00 am
 just viewed a magnificent aida fromthe met cast of thousands egyptiansets animals no elephants thoughpleated skirts familiar music but Ihave to confess in that final scenewith the lovers radames
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Thursday, Feb. 13, 2014 12:00 am
 on a monday morning by John Knoepfle, former poet ofthis column; 91 on Feb. 4well dear heart what to say this sunshine hour it is a blue sky day the threat of the storm is gone you will be out a
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Thursday, Feb. 6, 2014 12:00 am
 violinist poem #1my sister was nine when mom tookher young violinist to a fritz kreislerconcert in milwaukee at its closethey went backstage the famous artistwas surrounded he was perhaps sixtyj

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