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Poetry
Thursday, Jan. 15, 2015 12:00 am
today’s her birthday or wasit’s not that I loved her morethan I loved—love—you threeI loved her different just asI love each of you differentand now that particular muchloved much valued diffe
Poetry
Thursday, Jan. 8, 2015 12:00 am
 newyears poem #11  you may have stacks of moldering dishes piles ofdisheveled clutter a hamper of odorous garments a carfull of indescribable litter snow to shovel letters to tendbills dema
Books
Thursday, Jan. 8, 2015 12:00 am

While the Spanish club met, poet John Knoepfle wrote essays from downtown Springfield

 A benign rainbow trout sits comfortably – as best a trout can – before its coffee cup, smelling a lily. Yes, it’s our favorite trout from the mural painted by Julie Hulvey that once graced
Poetry
Wednesday, Dec. 31, 2014 12:00 am
a friend helping me clean my kitchenor try to clean it brought me a long flatrusty item resting across her palms whatis this I said doesn’t everyone keep aworld war one bayonet in their pantry?about
Poetry
Wednesday, Dec. 24, 2014 12:00 am
 PARADOXBy Vera Wardner DouganHolidays are portrayed as times of rejoicing but as we all come to knowthey are often fraught with grief. It seems appropriate to share this poemat this season. It w
Poetry
Thursday, Dec. 18, 2014 12:00 am
as to one horse open sleighs we sibssat in ours sang jingle bells but if wejiggled too hard and fell out it was eitherinto hay on one side or a bin of oats onthe other for it was propped way up inthe
Poetry
Thursday, Dec. 11, 2014 12:00 am
winterpoem # 4on bitter nights when deep drifts blocked our long country lane we  hiked up left the car on the road   snowpants boots our white breath  searing our windpipes we fol
Poetry
Thursday, Dec. 4, 2014 12:00 am
at ten I went with my grandparentsto visit my iowa cousins polly inninth grade took me to her latin classI deciphered the first few exercisesa farmer called agricola later I saidto an older cousin lat
Poetry
Wednesday, Nov. 26, 2014 12:00 am
 thanksgiving poem #7this is your last day faithful underpants your gaping holes can no longer be ignored your elasticis too flabby it’s the ragbag tonight so I willsay to you whatfolks say to

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