July 30, 2012
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Wowza and a-yowza! I get to participate in the first Lents International Farmer’s Market Poetry Reading, on Sun. Aug. 26, from 11-12pm. The lineup! Kristin Berger Nancy Flynn Graham Murtaugh Deb Scott Scot Siegel Meredith Stewart There will be other … Continue reading
July 11, 2012
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Two of my lovely poetry pals are reading in Portland! Joyce Ellen Davis and Dale Favier! Do come! I’ll try to video it, but am not sure my skills will capture their wonderful words as well as they should be. … Continue reading
April 30, 2012
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Before Birds Had Names I remember when I didn’t plant or pull but ate dirt. Searched out pure patties in perfect shape, a flat prism of luscious ephemeral and melted them on my tongue. I remember my first all-on-my-own bird: … Continue reading
April 30, 2012
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Untitled Buddy carried salt tablets into desert summers. He’d take off his cowboy hat, reveal a brilliant half dome above a deep brown tan traced with dirt. His snap- fastened shirt showed sweeps of dried sweat. Little vials filled with … Continue reading
April 28, 2012
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Space was my employer and tried to be my lover, too. Space made me divide my priorities, set me on edge as sharp as a rule. Scale he called it, the measure, the aspect, the sense of belonging to the … Continue reading
April 27, 2012
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Chickaree Clapping Song In 4/4 time: RAT tat TAT-ta tat-ta RAT tat tat; ta RAT-tat-tat ta-ta RAT-tat-tat Who’s that barking from a big pine tree? A chickaree, it’s a chickaree! Tellin’ his neighbors that the cat’s got free! A chickaree, … Continue reading
April 26, 2012
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Elegy for a Squirrel The squirrel’s erratic path while crossing a street is an attempt to confuse the oncoming vehicle… thereby causing it to change direction. This is obliviously the squirrels biggest, and often last mistake. These are the times … Continue reading
April 25, 2012
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The city changes hourly We’re not like that, we living things, shining loss is now a thing to be praised. Life might be so. Quick and neat. Calm this morning, we know we saw radio waves reunite with their shadows. … Continue reading
April 24, 2012
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Without a bit of d-e-b Rough pain is so much magic: a chain, a car, a lost facility. Join short rain maniacs to jot our own costs in ink, float as if ions still arc or is naturally a gas, … Continue reading
April 23, 2012
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Linework Recall the trajectory between two points the division of have and have nots, the wrong side of the tracks the way lyrics stick and repeat way past any asking or sensibility how children are taught to move between boundaries … Continue reading