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Thursday, April 3, 2014 12:01 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...
Thursday, March 27, 2014 12:01 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...
Thursday, March 20, 2014 12:01 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...
Thursday, March 13, 2014 12:01 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...
Thursday, March 6, 2014 12:01 am
I found an essay my sister wrote when shewas a college freshman her prof must haveasked for an autobiography it is of courseinteresting to me for we shared the samechildhood and some of the same memor...
Thursday, Feb. 20, 2014 12:01 am
 just viewed a magnificent aida fromthe met cast of thousands egyptiansets animals no elephants thoughpleated skirts familiar music but Ihave to confess in that final scenewith the lovers radames...
Thursday, Feb. 13, 2014 12:01 am
 on a monday morning by John Knoepfle, former poet ofthis column; 91 on Feb. 4well dear heart what to say this sunshine hour it is a blue sky day the threat of the storm is gone you will be out a...
Thursday, Feb. 6, 2014 12:01 am
 LAUGHTER BEST MEDICINEThank you for your recent article on Mike Pittman’s eclectic life in Springfield in which his ventures have now led him to doing a One Mic Stand Comedy Show (“Funny Bus...
Thursday, Jan. 16, 2014 12:01 am
 our family traveled after the waronce gas wasn’t rationed we went toflorida over christmas played on thebeach enroute we slept in those littleseparate tourist cabins that predatemotels mother...
Thursday, Dec. 19, 2013 12:01 am
This poem was written by my mother,Vera Wardner Dougan, to my father,for their first Christmas together, 1924. I’m repeating it here, for it is so simple, appropriate and t...

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