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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...
Friday, June 13, 2014 08:19 am

A poem by Hugh Moore

 FULL MOON: CORN MOON It hears a root make movement in the soil, words that leaves make when the wind comes strong and sudden. Reads that map the shadows trace to show where...
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...
Wednesday, April 30, 2014 04:20 pm

A song by John C. Van Orman

On the last evening of National Poetry Month, I want to share with you a song authored by John C. Van Orman called “Vachel Lindsay Walks Springfield.” It is about Vachel Lindsay (pictured above,...
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...
Friday, April 25, 2014 04:51 pm

A poem by Ginny Lee

Nixon died this week, 20 years ago on April 22, 1994. Photographer Ginny Lee wrote this poem on April 28, 1994 about the man for a class.   Nixon died last night  Well, I guess y...
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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