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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...
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...

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