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Thursday, July 17, 2014 12:01 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...
Thursday, July 10, 2014 12:01 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’...
Thursday, June 19, 2014 12:01 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...
Thursday, June 5, 2014 12:01 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...
Thursday, May 29, 2014 12:01 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...
Thursday, May 22, 2014 12:01 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...
Thursday, May 1, 2014 12:01 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...
Thursday, April 24, 2014 12:01 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...
Thursday, April 17, 2014 12:01 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...
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...

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