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Poetry
Thursday, July 17, 2014 12:00 am
I weep a littlethis first night heregiving this place upwhere I’ve been comingsummers for sixty yearsthe colorful poetry wallin the bathroom blaketolkien le guin tennysonmy own kids’ writingsthe l
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Thursday, July 10, 2014 12:00 am
 phish poem #1well odd things happen I am at a phish concert in saratoga springs not exactly atmore beside in my car but I can hear the throbbing drums sometimes a wail of a vocalist the crowd’
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Thursday, July 3, 2014 12:00 am
 on remembering poem #7daddy bathed us a row of four in the tuba gentle word bathe but with daddy it was four left legs aloft scrubbed down with a soapy cloth four left arms stuck out ditto all t
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Thursday, June 26, 2014 12:00 am
 where I grew up poem #3the house is gone the barn is gonethe metal corn bins are gone thedrying bins gone the corn storage building gone the corn processing building gone (the one with the mural
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Thursday, June 19, 2014 12:00 am
the woman ahead of me in thecheckout line paid for her groceriesin quarters the cashier made manylittle stacks and checked them againand again to be sure there were fourin each the woman was more defi
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Thursday, June 12, 2014 12:00 am
 ingenuity story #1back in the days of old-fashioned devicesa huge group picture at a Y camp thephotographer’s camera would sweepthe crowd so that one end was recordedbefore the other well ther
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Thursday, June 5, 2014 12:00 am
 dialoguepoem #4“We were just married,” Harlan the herdsman told me, “and we’d moved into the apartment over the milkhouse. They were butchering. Grampa Dougan climbed the stairs, knocked
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Thursday, May 29, 2014 12:00 am
driving listening to music over NPRvisualizing choreography costumes Igot to wondering what music can’t yousee dancers real music I mean well bachbut no there are all those gigues gavottesbut a bran
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Thursday, May 22, 2014 12:00 am
I wonder if it ever crossed tenniel’s mind when he was having fun with caterpillars  smoking hookahs a neck stretched up to the tree tops a lizard flying out a chimney a cat vanished except for
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Thursday, May 15, 2014 12:00 am
when you’re hunting for somethingreally important and can’t find it youyou turn up a lot of other stuff thatshould’ve been tended to yesterdayor last week or last year or even beforethey flood y

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