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Poetry
Thursday, Oct. 12, 2017 12:00 am
 manzanar poem #2we’ve been fortunate thesemany years to have yosh goldenin our midst writing about theamerican concentration campwhere she was born also talkingto schools of this shameful andu
Poetry
Thursday, Oct. 5, 2017 12:00 am
back in the days when planeswere being hijacked to cubarecall? – my brother-in-law’smother refused to fly becauseshe was afraid of being hijackedto cuba eventually she moved toa nursing home in wi
Poetry
Thursday, Sept. 28, 2017 12:00 am
overseas visit #1it is a cathedral the museum ofnatural history in london youtraverse the length of the ornatenave to where, at the apse, risetier on tier of white marble stepsleading to the white mar
Poetry
Thursday, Sept. 21, 2017 12:00 am
whynever poem #1four boggling things:first, that there is “is”–that there’s any “is”at all – second, thatthis “is” has producedlife – third, that somelife is thinking andself aware
Poetry
Thursday, Sept. 14, 2017 12:00 am
as a kid I scarcely knew jean davisshe was one of the older kids inturtle her name was maxworthyI called her up many years agosaid I’ve been reading about youin the paper – WHAT!? – you werequee
Poetry
Thursday, Sept. 7, 2017 12:00 am
dichotomy poem # 1some news is heartening they’reclosing roads in the shawnee forestfor the next two months so thatcritters that creep crawl slideslither may go from summer homesto winter hideouts w
Poetry
Thursday, Aug. 31, 2017 12:00 am
nada poem #101 my kids – actually nobody –wants to hear the stories that enthralled us as smallkids for instance a favoriteuncle told scary stories onewas of the ghost peeping overthe foot of the
Poetry
Thursday, Aug. 24, 2017 12:00 am
whatsup poem #11my college major classics(latin greek ancient history)has stood me in good steadright now viewing our landI see plenty of parallels suchas rome going from senatorsto dictators to deran
Poetry
Thursday, Aug. 17, 2017 12:00 am
vermont report 2017 #4my daughter is a loonfar out in the lakeher head disappearshow many secondsten–eleven–twelve– then it bobs up  somewhere else ©2017 Jacqueline Jackson
Poetry
Thursday, Aug. 10, 2017 12:00 am
I think on leaving here I’ll missthe greens the most they are inconstant change with clouds withwind or mirrored in the lake a lineof tolkien says in every wood inevery spring there is a differentgr

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