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Poetry
Thursday, Jan. 7, 2010 12:00 am
it’s new years eve it’sfrigid clear and there’sa blue moon I have seenblue moons before andexpect to see a numbermore but I will probablynot live long enough tosee another blue moono
Poetry
Wednesday, Dec. 30, 2009 12:00 am
our loved friend carol manleytwo days before her sudden deathemailed me about the poems inillinois times she wrote do youneed material maybe you cando something with this from zay:“the girls wer
Poetry
Thursday, Dec. 17, 2009 12:00 am
when we were kids the magazinesat review asked famous folk theirmost beautiful words or phrases inthe english tongue franklin p adamsheaded his list with “cellar door”many years later auth
Poetry
Wednesday, Dec. 2, 2009 12:00 am
what shall we do with the homeless-owhat shall we do with the homeless-owhat shall we do with the homeless-oturn them out into the snowwhat shall we do with our dollars-owhat shall we do with our doll
Poetry
Thursday, Nov. 19, 2009 12:00 am
my father sat on my sister’s first fiddleleft on the couch she was seven he wasso mad he grabbed it by the neck smashedit to the floor where it finished dyingwith a doleful twang the good thing
Books
Thursday, Nov. 5, 2009 12:00 am
Who wants another coffee table book? Another big picture book to clutter things up? Well — we do, this one. It’s us, guys — where we live and breathe and do our everyday living, in central Illinois — along the Illinois River. In late 2005 David Zalaznik, a photographer for the Peoria Journal-Star, was invited by the Peoria Art Guild to participate in an exhibit about the Illinois River. He set off with his camera, and this stunning volume is the result.
Books
Thursday, Nov. 5, 2009 12:00 am
Joseph Flynn, a Springfield writer, is the author of a number of well reviewed novels. In this, his latest thriller, the plot is familiar — the bad guys go after their target by going after the person our hero cares about most. In this case that person also happens to be the first U.S. woman president. The hero, in his case the detective, is her husband. Since he’s the first “first husband,” he has to invent his role. Jim McGill, a former cop, deems it politically unwise to offer his services to the FBI or such like, and so sets up as a private investigator. He soon discovers that this is a political role, too. His wife, a moderate, is in jeopardy from the start because of her unpopular stand against the neo-cons of her party. (He names himself “the president’s henchman.”) His job also endangers his three children, his ex-wife and her husband.
Poetry
Thursday, Oct. 1, 2009 12:00 am
david visiting his folks with histwo small children in tow tookthem to the barn horses he’d knownall his life he patted badger’s nosebadger bit him bit off the end ofhis ring finger right
Poetry
Thursday, Sept. 24, 2009 12:00 am
a librarian told me this got itfrom her friend at west branchso it’s true I can supply namesan elderly woman reported alost book wanted to pay for itthe librarian said why don’t youjust wa

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