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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
Poetry
Thursday, May 8, 2014 12:00 am
 it’s a strange world poem #2  in the car I bellowed along with tannhauser that tremendous heavy measured theme with all those little squirrelly bits you hardly hear sort of like a heavy t
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Thursday, May 1, 2014 12:00 am
lately I have been writing a lot aboutjohn rockefeller prentice grandson ofjohn d my new book is full of him andhis tireless work in producing bettercattle I knew him he gave me a copy oftreasure isla
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Thursday, April 24, 2014 12:00 am
Found poem: letter from my father To the editor of the Beloit Daily News: This note is addressed to the family who discarded their family cat on Colley Road just east of the I-90 underpass. This cat v
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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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