Poetry
the great northern poem
has not been written. No, but it is here. It’s there, North of your first breath, North of your / free speech. North of going bald or being blind. North of crumpled...
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doggerel
another summer’s scorching dog day afternoon / i’m watching the dogs of war and hounds of hell / in their bloody dog-fights / chase the tail of some flea-ridden mongrel country /...
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Thirty Five
knows it’s / odd, / / / longs to become three dozen / doughnuts for the office do / eggs for the wedding breakfast / poems by Garrison Keillor /...
chamelier
My proof of choice was moonshine / a fermented sugar that could parch every last hydrogen / pearl from the sky. / Lost to fire spirits, memory is porous, / earthenware, /...
as a child
Poppa’s trinkets shudder / and rattle against the window-shelf pane / whenever one of the grans primes the pump outside: / an Alaskan fishnet float of glass, the old-fashioned / spun sugar...
Where you came from
I made a crude vessel, a trough my sweetheart. / Shiny pigs, the knives went rooting in the muck of me. / Thorax divided neatly, they nudged aside intestines braided thick, /...
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Road Conditions
january weather is agitated daily along / the four-oh-one. each nimbus vessel / pausing to think before sloughing / ice, rain, snow, hail. / this is one nervous system. / /...
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Dear Elizabeth
Your letters have kept me company for weeks / but now I feel the wrench of parting, the book / about to end, and so I read more slowly, put / it...
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This is for Richardson’s Ground Squirrel
flickertail, picketpen, tawny burrowing pest / of the short grass prairie, crippler of horse & rider, / cattle bison ox; tractor disabler, axle wheel breaker, / you warrant a pardon, you &...