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Thursday, Oct. 16, 2014 12:01 am
 vermontpoem #41 this morning the lake is still no ripples mar the surface not even my own as I swim no little swallows (black tops white bellies) dip and wheel to catch their insect breakfast th...
Thursday, Oct. 2, 2014 12:01 am
 springfield 66 poem #1 busy time this fri eve in springfield route 66 gala already begun hard to get to the old pharmacy to see tom handy’s photos of palms and their latticed shadows  jim...
Thursday, Sept. 11, 2014 12:01 am
our area of wisconsin has lovelylively names afton avalon tiffanycarvers rock beckmans mill dariendelavan elkhorn hog hollow I wentwith my grandfather to a townshipmeeting of some sort in emerald grov...
Thursday, Sept. 4, 2014 12:01 am
 grampa poem #3in a letter to his second son my grampa writes, “If I try to tell you what you like and what you dislike I may play the role of the shoemaker who was fitting a pair of shoes to a...
Thursday, Aug. 28, 2014 12:01 am
a 1952 news item just found:“Dairy Workers to 5-DayWeek” – ten years beforethis clipping I heard mygrandfather say “We can’tgo to a six-day week untilwe breed a six-day cow.”...
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 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, 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...

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