| Date |
Title |
Content |
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The Art of War |
There once was a girl from the Urals
Who... |
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Dans le Lit |
Was a time
when sleep was
optional
some... |
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Insidious Incineration |
Insidious incineration has never stopped... |
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Where is the Star after Christmas? |
Where is the star after Christmas? Do we... |
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ever vigilant |
soiled laundry of the North Mankato, we... |
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Thoughts on seeing Gina’s “Marie” |
What if that
odd right hand
reaching... |
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A Poem Written On the Discovery of Several Words that Rhyme with Oysters |
Twice a month, one Mr. F., foisters
An... |
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A Poem Written Simply Because Nothing Rhymes with Oysters |
Itasca tobasco
A bucket of oysters
And a... |
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A Child's Pardon |
The child whirled in the summer... |
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Peace Be With Us All, Expectation is All |
A poem about Barack Obama?
Nothing rhymes... |
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On November 12th |
The flag stayed up overnight.
It couldn’t... |
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in appreciation |
a metaphor, falling objects
not dangerous... |
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At the End of Another Writing Class |
A summer’s garden
Sun warmed this... |
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When the Words Don't Come, It's |
as if all my friends have moved away
... |
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A Succession of Losses Perceived |
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Mostly in Winter |
Lamentations of deepest cold
Curses... |
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My Heart, in Disarray |
My thoughts of you are all in... |
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When Christmas Comes |
When Christmas Comes
Dedicated to the... |
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after Diana Lundell's Mini Effel |
to
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Cat's Eyes |
Cat’s Eyes
Diana was a cat once
And... |
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Quiet Corner |
from the Clinton Rost
|
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Out of Order |
Based on the stimulus
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My Hometown |
From the photo
|
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Books, from the photo by Alex Stolis |
Glancing at this photo, without my glasses... |
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Labor Day Thoughts |
Men don’t labor,
Women labor,
And birth is... |
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The Great Door |
from a photograph by Maria Campo
The... |
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Lilies |
Lilies
fine lines remind me
to go to my... |
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Stormy Night |
Preface…it was a dark and stormy night. The... |
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The Office |
The Office
Dad brought home a box one... |
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Defiance from the photo I'm Not Leaving |
For the photo,
|
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Response to ground control to lost soul |
Response to ground control to lost... |
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Prompted by a Photo of Kyla |
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“Here I am, Come Back! Here I am, Don’t Go!” |
Her spirit leaps and waves
That which was... |
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Lake Image, from the Air, Late Spring |
I wish the ice house hadn't fallen... |
