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Title |
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What's wrong with having a big head? |
When my father died, my sisters gave me two... |
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On the Death of my Father |
When my father died, my sisters gave me two... |
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Bardo Thodol |
This is not the door to death.
It's the... |
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Rights of Spring |
Seeds. Salt. Semen. Simple.
Creeping... |
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Solar Cells |
sunlight shines strongly
into late March... |
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Stravinsky |
Aside from the above image, there are some... |
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Saint John |
St. John lives down the street. He leaves... |
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This Painting |
This is more than a painting of a religious... |
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Love/Hate |
Oh. So, you're married.
So, you waited... |
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Something's Wrong |
There are flowers on the wall,
on the... |
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Full Size |
The Return of Anti Klaus |
Did you know the brain
stem is the most... |
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Anti Claus |
Did you know the brain stem is the most... |
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Maybe We Aren't Evil |
Woman, root of all evil
Challenges... |
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Lana Gentry's Dream |
You're served some small sharks
swimming in... |
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Between Worlds |
When seasons end
Which side of the veil... |
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Let's Write Something |
New image posted 9/30/2012, 9:30 A.M.
OH... |
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Fleming's Rainbow |
Music to light and beyond
The entire range... |
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The Photo |
I took this yesterday evening, looking... |
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White Sunday Afternoon |
Layers of green and gray are deftly... |
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White |
... |
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Hendrix and Jagger |
Mick and Jimi, Jimi and Mick
Discussing... |
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Jimi and Mick |
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Kissable |
He smells bad
no matter how much he... |
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Woman Kissing a Fish |
I have lots of ideas for this. Do... |
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Laocoön |
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El Greco |
The Laocoön is an oil painting created... |
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An Insect's Task |
Only one purpose in life
to extract nectar... |
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Get Bizzy |
Like a... |
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June Tanka |
Venus transits sun
Full moon smiles above... |
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White Dove |
What does a white dove mean to... |
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Transit of Venus |
Please protect me from death
and all other... |
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William Blake |
Blake is one of my personal favorites. Any... |
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Art as Meditation |
Hushed friction
of water over sand
wind in... |
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Wrestling with Rilke |
"Denn das Schöne ist nichts
als des... |
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Art Crawl |
You can view Kara's paintings at the St.... |
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Saint Nietzsche Considers His End |
Thinking about jumping is a lot like... |
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Skin Color |
We agree to be honest with each... |
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Hello |
I'm a couple of days late on this. I hope... |
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snip snip |
They refuse to shave body. Crazy
are we the... |
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Asylum Beauty Parlor |
This photo is one in a series of photos... |
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Love gives us something to write poems about |
Our traditional symbol,
life radiating... |
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Good morning! |
Julia, who has been writing with... |
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Nine Dragons |
So, let it rain dragons. Billions of... |
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A Short History of Lethal Technologies |
It's always been a problem of how to kill as... |
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Here Were Hanged |
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He must have come in behind me |
You’re the one, the expert we’re looking... |
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Breathe |
On the bottom of this sea,
we breathe
in,... |
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After Black Friday |
Humanity paves the earth with prayers
for... |
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Ticket to the Dance |
A few stray bits sucked into two black... |
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Aperture |
The eye is a hole in the wall that separates... |
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Psyche |
A simple charcoal sketch of a person's eyes,... |
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The Other Side |
Look back through glass, at... |
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Photo by Trini |
Trinell Meyer is Gina Kelly's daughter.... |
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Samhain |
Touch their hands. The ones behind the... |
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Seven |
To deal with the horror of those dealing... |
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Seven Things to Do Today |
One: Deal with the horror of those dealing... |
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Caspar David Friedrich |
It was just a matter of time before I posted... |
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Mabon |
To god and goddess
Day and night
Hot and... |
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After Equinox |
Flies on old tomatoes. The last gasp of... |
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Stimulus 256 |
I really enjoy the color and form in Susan's... |
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The Unknown Woman |
The tailored clothing, the carriage,
Cost... |
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Congratulations |
I'd like to congratulate Regina Barros for... |
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She Finds Him |
He’s everything she always wanted.
Quiet,... |
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Non-Therapy |
For me. Or for you.
This is one of those... |
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Thank You |
I'd like to thank Ama St. John, Dana... |
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The Final Wave |
Here we are again,
waiting for the... |
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The Ninth Wave |
Both English and Russian titles refer to the... |
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Made to Open |
Doors are made to open.
Walls are... |
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Mark Strutt |
I'd like to thank Mark for permitting us to... |
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July 14, 2011 |
The friendly wild ones
who play darts and... |
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Sweat is Good for You |
It's too hot to think,
To move, to work, to... |
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Stop Thinking and Start Listening |
Listen to the wind.
His performance... |
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More than Love |
I listen to my daughter sing and play... |
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The National Gallery, Part II |
(I added to Monika Deinard's previous... |
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Lacedaemon |
Youth need no clothing, no stitches, shirts... |
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Waking Up |
Naked. And not knowing where your clothes... |
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So Tired |
From waking at four, in a sweat
Walking... |
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Mother |
She tilts with elfish smile, in confident... |
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The Machine Gunner |
She toils and trains for this moment.
Her... |
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In Bed |
Let us be there, in bed. That’s where it all... |
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The Temple of the Muse |
Richard gazes at the altar in his... |
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The Burning Book |
Have you ever watched a book burn?
How the... |
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Shingle the Roof |
Replace what winter’s finger lifts
What... |
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Let's Get Started |
Rather than post a poem right away, I'd like... |
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Übermensch |
You’re a small boat
In a large sea
A goat... |
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They Make Me Feel Crazy |
Facing the jungle book
Cultivates the inner... |
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The World is Flat |
Filled with trees
Flowers fruits and... |
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The Manifestation of the Soul |
Before my first transfiguration,
I remember... |
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Wounded Angel |
Forever wounded. Bleeding, getting better,... |
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Word Problem |
A room, filled. A solution, filled with... |
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An Artist's Geometry |
Painters knew it when they saw it.
The... |
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On Vacation |
I'll be on vacation in northern Minnesota... |
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Εἲς Ποσειδῶνα |
Homeric Hymn to Poseidon, translated by Hugh... |
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Golden Dawn |
All I have of you is words we've... |
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George Accepts his Mission |
Our boy stands under light in
dark alley... |
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A French Man |
This Frenchman knows a camera,
and how to... |
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From This Side |
I'm looking at your face, which
searches... |
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Looking Back |
In the mirror, a little girl, hiding behind... |
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We View Our Selves Thus |
You're a character in a novel Victor Hugo... |
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Yesterday Deserves to be Written |
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Resurrection Machine |
Are you over-worked past the limits of your... |
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Black Hole Station |
Everything is very strange here.
There is... |
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Ethyl's Dead |
I shave, slap on some deodorant and drive to... |
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Get a Job |
No time to think
Much
There’s work to... |
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6 |
Six billion souls passed since the pyramids... |
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Happy Hour |
In this our happiest hour
In this our... |
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Charlie! |
Hi, Charlie. Do you mind if I call you... |
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Ten Years |
Ten years after our marriage, we sit in a... |
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The Irish Meat War |
The Irish love their meat.
Why else would... |
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100 year photo |
Do you mind if I take your picture?
"It... |
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Asshole |
When you’re up all night losing weight
In... |
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Enter Prydain |
Escape or break-in, rusty latch – no... |
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This Man's Face |
You’ve seen it before, in a weathered album,... |
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John's Deere |
John Deere Tractor plants seeds in a... |
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Hierarchy of Needs |
grain fallen on fertile earth
breaks... |
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Get Well Jeanne |
A command, an instruction, a mandate.
You... |
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The Wasp |
There’s a wasp in my whiskey.
He sensed... |
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In St. Paul |
Despite their best intentions, poets can’t... |
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Lana |
The horror
of isolation is
knowing you... |
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A Dream to Forget |
What could be worse,
Than to be fucked by... |
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Driftwood |
It was the river’s plan
to cough us up in... |
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Monster |
It’s your turn.
Stimulate me.
Hook the... |
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Bamboo Grove |
listen to the bamboo grove
voices in... |
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Love Potion |
A few large apples
A pinch of... |
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Background Data |
I'll give you some background on this photo... |
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Colored Lady II |
Turquoise nails for breakfast.
Purple eye... |
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Colored Lady |
Turquoise nails for breakfast.
Purple eye... |
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Mother's Moment |
To think nothing of an end
Of cold sleet... |
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A Technical Adjustment for Suicidal Thoughts |
Professionals make a few corrections to get... |
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My Name is Water |
I cut though rock.
I fill air and earth,... |
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Dr. Fleming’s Extraordinary Device! |
Alicia visits Doctor Fleming, looking for... |
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In frumentum, veritus |
It’s the autumnal equinox.
Berserker runs... |
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Analysis of Distance |
They live a thousand miles away
from each... |
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Why is Sex Funny? |
This really sucks, she thought.
I’m sashimi... |
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A Pirate's Life |
A better choice, it seemed, with cutlass at... |
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Sister |
With gentle passion, I touch the... |
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Think About It |
It. The thing, -wait- what’s a thing?
Let’s... |
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To a Summer Cold |
Go away, Crud. You're not welcome here.... |
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Woman, Tomato, Man |
Look back along the vine and
you’ll find a... |
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An Inviting Abyss |
Carry the offering.
Look for someone to... |
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The Insatiable Muse |
In my dream *was it a dream?*
You were the... |
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Lilith, A Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti |
Please consider this poem, written by... |
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Queen of the Night (Modified) |
(Modifications made to S4, L3-4)
Look... |
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Queen of the Night |
Look through the lens of the moment.
She... |
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Fireworks |
Peg has the news on. I never have the TV on... |
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Beneath my Boughs |
Your great-grandfather kissed girls your... |
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Legs |
I woke this morning, this Monday morning,... |
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Night Wash |
Mary sits in the laundromat, thinking of... |
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Wash Night |
Tom thought of Mary often. The strand of... |
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The Names of Darkness |
Black hole. Matter sucked into
Dead... |
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Wolfwalker |
The Wolfwalker walks in the quiet night
She... |
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The World is a Ball |
After the evening breeze blows the brown... |
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To my best fan Sally - Delmon Young |
A bowed head may
Pray for peace
Cry for... |
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Firewolf |
Wolf sees fire at night
Smells marrow, fat... |
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Eye Sight |
It’s in the eyes.
The intensity of... |
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LifeCycle |
Born as bubbles rising
from... |
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Afloat |
Memory floats from past to future.
The... |
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A Hymn for the Vernal Equinox |
(Raise your glasses around the... |
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St. Patrick's Day |
St. Patrick’s Day 2010
I, _____state your... |
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The marginal ramblings of a web administrator about to take leave |
Taking leave - also known as vacation,... |
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Last Word |
I’d like to thank all members of... |
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Sauerkraut is a Potent Mistress |
The title of a poem can get your attention,... |
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Reflections on a Spring Flood |
We are ruled by water.
But- as if gods... |
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To the People of the Red River |
Ancient Norsemen believed in an outer world,... |
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Falling into March Wind |
You stand there with a grin
The same smile... |
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Explain Minnesota Winter to a Southerner |
Tell them about ice-fishing. If the eyes... |
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The Boy from Oy |
There once was a boy from Oy,
who really... |
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Ruminations of a Bivalve Mollusk |
I will never come out of my shell.
It’s... |
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For Jennifer and Will |
I read this at an oyster roast on Skidaway... |
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For a Child |
In response to the look of wonder
Of... |
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Dear S., |
I still dream about you. I see an image of... |
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Red Lady Rising |
Red lady, red... |
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Ask to be Heard |
Now, open your eyes and speak the following... |
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One with the Other |
With the words of the Druid, the oak takes... |
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This Tree, This Truth |
Ask the Druid to place the oak between your... |
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Between You and Me |
I will never tell you how to feel
or how to... |
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Stage Fright |
The face in the mirror is immaculate. Not a... |
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Happiness is a Warm Spaceship |
There is a coldness that begins in my gut,... |
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There is a Man |
Looking out of a window.
Dark blue eyes... |
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Embracement |
To keep herself warm at night,
she holds... |
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Merry Christmas, Bruce |
The flash, the heat, a house in... |
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December Dusk |
Late afternoon
Golden glow through... |
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All I Have to Say |
Late afternoon
Golden glow through the... |
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Sketches in an Intimate Venue |
I wrote your name on my arm last year
with... |
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Omens |
Lately, I noticed my nails growing
faster... |
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Starchild |
Another source of light
Crawls across the... |
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Thanksgiving |
Thanks for poetry, and thank you for sharing... |
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The Shepherd |
I pull back the curtain to see my... |
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Postmortem |
I’ve finally transmigrated from the... |
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Every Morning |
Vang walks to the mailbox, raises the... |
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When I am President |
You will never elect me. I’m much too honest... |
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Neither Shall You Covet |
It was the sideways smile, a notion
in your... |
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Ghost in the Toyota |
I drive a pickup down the road,
thinking... |
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Encounter on Highway 84 |
Jimmy Ray Thompson pulls over several... |
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Marry Me |
Marry me
marry me
marry me
shoot me into... |
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Salmon Spawn in the Cascade River |
We appear in pairs
with lust to... |
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1513 |
King James of Scotland died at Flodden... |
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Soldier |
On each peak
you sight the ideal,
your... |
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Commentary, Grand Marais |
I’m writing to you from a studio cabin 14... |
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Storm Maker |
The conditions are perfect.
High... |
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The Storm |
A child born of heat
rises, building... |
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Back from Italy |
Italy is a gorgeous place, but it was time... |
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Fear, Obscured by Dust |
Where he really is
In this... |
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A Bottle of Barbera |
Did I tell you the wine is excellent here?... |
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Another Good Day |
I’ve only been here a few days, and it... |
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Sabbatical in Piemonte |
Please, bear with me. My sister Marie bought... |
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Rock and Water |
When water takes rock, it goes
around, not... |
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American Death Poem: Two |
Tomato is fruit, only more,
beating heart... |
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American Death Poem: One |
Too impatient to wait for the end,
David... |
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Anna |
What were you thinking when you... |
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The Test Has Changed |
The evil psychologist administers an... |
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Psycheval |
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How to Murder Your Muse |
You will first need to purchase some basic... |
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Made Up |
These words
were once
sentences
and... |
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NightSong |
Nine o'clock holds me in her arms,
dark... |
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The Juggling Act |
As a younger man,
hopes hovered as spheres... |
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Some might write sideways |
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West of the River |
There is an isle of pleasure, where... |
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Stand Up Comedy |
Good evening, good evening, heh heh heh.... |
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It's a Journey |
The older I get,
The more I look like... |
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The Art of Poetry |
In order to learn to read or write a poem,... |
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One and Zero |
All things are one.
Doves coo in... |
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A Walk on the Beach |
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Rendezvous on Selby and Kent |
The professor lifted a case of rum from the... |
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Your Life |
Individually wrapped slices of American... |
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Do You Wonder Why I Am Quiet? |
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Passion Play |
When you are ready to nail yourself to the... |
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Gifts |
We receive gifts from others
happy to know... |
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A Marriage by the Lake |
She measured the depth
of his eyes, the... |
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The Interpretation of a Dream |
When two voices meet in a dream, they are... |
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Contemplation on a Bowl of Pho |
Pho is Vietnamese noodle soup. Unlike many... |
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Waiting for Recycling |
It is warm in the fertile pile,
Living... |
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The View From Above |
Heavy stones hold us to the world,
But... |
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I Guess We're in Love |
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On Donegal Cliffs |
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Where Shall We Go? |
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The Probability of Parallel Circuits |
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Be Kind to Animals |
Your cabin in the woods
lies on a... |
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Dissolution |
(By Britt Fleming and Ama SoHam)
I want... |
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Mother's Day |
At the intersection of Highway 169 and... |
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No New Messages |
I sit here on the cusp of day, considering... |
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The End of the Universe |
I watch the world recede before me.
Time... |
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Brain Martini |
We float in fresh lake water, stripped
bare... |
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I Will Never Say Anything That is not True |
Everything that enters the senses bears its... |
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His Beautiful Death |
The
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Why I Don't Write Poems |
(in response to Wendy)
Because I don't... |
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I think we have forgotten |
how cardinals bless the buds in May
and... |
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The difference between poetry and drawing |
Lines drawn on paper.
We recognize some as... |
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Write whatever you want, anything is better than television |
Another American sentence. Go ahead, try... |
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Drunk madman thinks it's spring again, runs down street naked in freezing rain. |
An American sentence, or Haiku. Anyway, 17... |
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The Effects of Fermentation on Vertebrates |
A day of raking lawns in sun
opened windows... |
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We Just Want to Sleep |
Do you ever have nights where every sound is... |
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The Conversion of Mass into Energy |
I found you floating on a bed of... |
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The Art of Oil Painting |
Your face promises something more.
Your... |
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The Techniques of Linear Perspective |
Take all the lines on earth,
tie them... |
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WIR LEBEN IM EI (BY GüNTHER GRASS): A TRANSLATION(2) |
(I thank Sharon and Ike for their... |
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Wir Leben Im Ei (by Günther Grass): A Translation |
Please feel free to scrutinize my attempt at... |
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Plays Well with Others |
There is no beauty left in these... |
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April's Fool |
This folly of effort must soon end,
This... |
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In Ovum Temporis |
Jenelle sat in quite meditation. Several... |
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Recycled |
Porcelain bowl
from her first wedding, now... |
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About the Egg |
From top or bottom,
this comfortable... |
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About the Egg |
I just wanted to clear up a few things about... |
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A Taste for Life |
When you first had me,
I was shielded by... |
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Retaeht Drusba |
America is waiting for a savior to free the... |
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Empty Stage |
Good evening.
There is nothing... |
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Green |
I watch rain melt snow,
water on water.... |
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The Fallen |
This may have nothing to do with anything... |
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Because I am No Body |
If I were some body,
I would be too... |
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Faces in Wood |
The serious face of God, consumed by power,... |
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Tangled |
Pain and pleasure remind us,
life is real.... |
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Way Out Here |
Not the east coast, whose green hills mimic... |
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Drive-By Haiku |
Voices call to us
from beneath frozen... |
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I Don't Understand |
I Don't understand Tao
or Zen
or Jesus... |
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Days and Nights |
I remember days of charging spinning... |
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Woman, My Heart |
My heart is machine,
drum beneath... |
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Poetopia |
We live in cottages behind dunes.
No one... |
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Minds at Work |
Digital clock reads 2:19; it was 1:53 when I... |
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Do You Love Me? |
There is nothing more powerful than the way... |
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Genius |
You, who no one understands,
And everyone... |
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Drive-Thru |
In his happy meal
Marcus received the... |
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Breakfast in Athens, GA |
i.
It was twenty-eight years ago,
in the... |
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You Said Coffee |
in response to
|
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Meditations on a Left-Handed Fish |
My cell-cluster brain parses flourescent... |
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The Dance |
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Feel the Light |
Running late this morning.
It was 7:00... |
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The Poet's Wife |
Her theremin voice haunts me
in black and... |
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What Color Are You? |
From there to here,
from here to... |
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Gray Minnesota |
Rainbows stretch over gray... |
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Where does it begin, and when does it end? |
Years ago, they set a trap for you.
Your... |
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For Those Who Love to Write |
I just came in from shoveling snow
with a... |
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Coleslaw Banjo |
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Eat Me |
i.
Oh, someone just offered me tickets to... |
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Bonaventure |
I never met my grandfather, Fred,
or his... |
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Icebreaker |
All the wine of Andalasia
would never melt... |
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The Tree of Truth |
Odin hung himself
on Yggdrasil ... |
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Evergreen |
I cut her down, dragged her
across ice... |
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Final Hours |
The end of time has come.
Someone is... |
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Love Napkin |
A large Guinness, 3:40 P.M, like an... |
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To the Ghosts |
Poets are ghosts. Sometimes we visit the... |
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First Lesson: Bars |
The door closed shut,
leaving me in a dark... |
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Venus in Leather |
We both know what you want.
Slavery. Your... |
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On The Lake |
Walk out onto the lake in the late... |
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The Prince of the Pink Carpet |
It is fitting that you pay homage in my... |
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A Gift for Tim |
For
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Thank You |
I'd like to thank you all for making this... |
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SCENE ONE (Contains Profanity) |
[SCENE: O'Malley's Tavern. GERONIMO has... |
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How One Learns |
An important dinner
with her father,... |
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Frida |
When I look at Frida Kahlo paintings,
I... |
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She Must Be An Anarchist |
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We, The People |
The People assemble
to express... |
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Whiskey Pencils |
Should I focus myself for you
with words... |
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A Brief History |
This isn't like my great-grandfather's... |
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Ely Rant |
Another cliché photo. Trees reflected... |
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A Map of Britain |
to the photo
|
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'Twas Good |
to the photo
|
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If I Still Lived in Georgia |
I walked through my garden this... |
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Time to Put Pen Down |
Turn off machines, and go
for a walk in the... |
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Choice, MN |
I drive south on highway 43, looking for... |
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Golden Harvest |
I hear long-legged ladies
whisper in the... |
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Lunch in Red Wing |
Late September, perfect for al fresco... |
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Things Within |
Raking walnuts in tall grass,
taking... |
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Why Hold Back? |
A heart, completely in poetry
and... |
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Do You Believe in God? |
Maybe you don't use a capital G,
or call it... |
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Thoughts go 'round my mind |
like ravens circling 'bove a field of... |
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The Empty Room |
In the corner,
between the window and the... |
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Ciao, Luciano |
-Penso che una vita per la musica sia una... |
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The Case for Kilts |
Ancient Romans wore their robes and... |
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Fly Me to Piemonte |
(by Britt Fleming and Mario Campo)
for
|
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This is Life |
I see a light at the top of the stairs.
It... |
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Lago di Garda |
for
|
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Don't |
Don’t remind me of things I tried to... |
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Does it? |
We are afraid to call it love,
but does it... |
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cin cin! |
Bibamus, moriendum est.
Death's... |
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Fair Statement |
Other than mustard stains on sweaty... |
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State Fair: 2107 |
The familiar smell of deep-fried foods... |
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vin rouge |
When I spill red wine on myself,
it reminds... |
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Ponte Rotto |
I walked along a Roman road Along a... |
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Thank you! |
I would like to thank everyone who showed up... |
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The Bridge |
You east, I west,
Watched life... |
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Amphibianography |
How can a worker toil,
come home, and... |
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Navigation by Metaphor |
“I'm telling you, everything is metaphor for... |
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Lucky |
Another flower gone to seed.
Her skin... |
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Grendl |
I know something good. So. Listen to... |
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Of Mothers, Fathers, and Machines |
I would like to write of Barcelona, babies... |
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The Second Manuscript |
The second manuscript was a turning... |
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Freedom |
Fearless, we hoist anchor
and set sail
to... |
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Giotto |
From
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Victoria Schwing |
My neighbor, Victoria Schwing, is 98 years... |
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How to Clean Fish |
Let's start with something small
like... |
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Bear Island Lake |
The night was cool and dry;
we were blessed... |
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Four Haiku |
it's partly sober
with a chance of... |
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24 Deaths |
For the photo
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Borderlands: A Journey from Thirst |
I sing of sorrows, forever buried in... |
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Stoned |
For
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Lightning Bolt |
On Saturday, August 27, 2005, at... |
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bitter boy |
To
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Lincoln Continental |
with suicide doors, burned gas like the... |
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Fear of Judgement |
Inspired by
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Laked |
In response to
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I will not write this poem |
I will not speak these words
nor write the... |
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An American Sentence: Turn the Other |
Mark likes to stand on ceilings in St. Paul... |
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Six in Savannah |
The city was safe enough in sixty-four
to... |
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Practicing Anguish |
For the photo
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Day 7: Triniology |
i. For the photo of
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Day 6: Niki and Ash |
For the photo
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Day 5: You! |
For the photo
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Day 4: Isabella |
For the photo
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Day 3: Russell |
For the photo
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Day Two: Tessa |
For the photo of
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Day One: Longwillow |
Wall woman, wood willow,
tall, painted,... |
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The Reading |
It satisfies to flirt with... |
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Clarity |
Sometimes my words seem confused,
as, like... |
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Naked Spring |
Oh, yes, the weather.
I know it bothers... |
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The Tree |
Her patterns grow, but she breaks.
Why weep... |
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Naked, with Wings |
Let me show you the truth.
Take off my... |
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Of Birds |
I saw a cardinal, then another
chasing each... |
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Surrealism |
Clairvoyance
In the eye lies... |
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Ephemeral Field |
Bagpipes in bedrooms,
droning over... |
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Drinking on the Mountain |
I sit beneath pines with bottle and... |
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She Rings |
Struck, her pain escaped by... |
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Left and Right |
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The Streets |
She walks dark streets,
crossing corners... |
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Open Window |
One night, when I was four years old,
an... |
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Blood |
Warm living rivers run through earthen... |
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First |
My friends Harry and Caroline set me up with... |
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Apollo |
A god, carved in stone
A man, conceived in... |
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D & A, The One Act Play |
Let's have some fun. Please use the... |
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To Goddess |
I saw you – naked,
every curve and soft... |
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If Only |
If there only was a way
to dance with more... |
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Run |
Soft moss beneath our shoes
Scent of... |
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Forever, Again |
I did not ask for this.
We were once... |
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Two Glasses |
There are two glasses.
One of them is... |
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Five Fishing Poems |
Here are the poems written on the ice... |
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Halfway There |
He sat in a corner, writing poems and... |
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Niflheim |
We come in simple, sturdy ships, seeking... |
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Looking Back |
It was a good night.
Drinks were... |
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Hell |
The chains are gone.
Scars are... |
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Hunger |
Hunger touches every tongue with salted... |
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Distance |
(This is a poem I wrote in early October,... |
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A Song |
I sing to you in red,
my numbers beyond... |
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Fields |
What is gained when all beautiful things are... |
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I see Things |
Criss-cross wires and angels,
demons on... |
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Soul of Physics |
sticks divine fortune
vectors join frame... |
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Light, Again |
The fallen ones watch from windows
that... |
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Light |
The fallen ones watch from windows
that... |
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Works |
i.
Artwork
resting in sunlight,
quiet,... |
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A Request |
These inquisitive ones
leave thoughts... |
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Goodbye |
Awakened
with sensations
of arms and... |
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Waves |
A tsunami of linen pulls us
deeper with... |
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Oysters on My Tongue |
The sun in this glass cauterizes
the mind,... |
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The Builders |
We build erections
with cold nails
and... |
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The Quantum Way |
I used to think of cold beer on hot... |
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Lines |
Lines of Force
tumbling, surging
upwards... |
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Creed |
I believe in
muses
who walk the... |
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Non Sequitur Theater |
Adapt to the need
to swim, drained
and... |
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Dancing with Beethoven |
In spring, azaleas cover the city.
Have... |
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Here lies poetry |
A mind that will not move is dead. Art
that... |
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August 3, 1983, Wildsachsen, Hessen, Germany |
The trail through the woods
led to the... |
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Three Step Path |
I.
In darkness a vision, like the... |
|
Aino |
I remember your soft kisses
when you were... |
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Tennessee VS. Georgia 108-93 |
This is already the highest scoring TN-GA... |
|
Puto |
Busted for murder and thrown to the... |
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The Garden |
One seed, planted in a garden,
pushed and... |
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Sunday Dinner |
You
a steaming pile of uncertainty
and... |
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Fusion |
The path leads us through amber vapors,... |
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Fly |
Look between the worlds
to see your spirit... |
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Almost Midnight |
Faster than I can Think
minor chords... |
|
up |
Naked bodies, uplifted by the wind
arms... |
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Seas |
Pulling crabs from
mud-bound oyster... |
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The Button |
Sitting on arse, watching telly, what
more... |
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Ready |
Ready to ride on dual super turbines,... |
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In Shadows |
Eyes that saw it all, and see the... |
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Thanks for the Memories |
Dreams you never planned on having
are the... |
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In the Sun |
I watched the guy with the Masters in... |
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Invocation |
One more day
of stealing words,... |
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Respond to This |
to respond to this
for reasons
from... |
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The Way |
Good evening. After a thorough... |
|
Wu |
one step away from the truth, yet
you fail... |
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Rush Hour |
Sinners! Listen, and take good notes. The... |
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noch zehn tage |
The rushing water in the river
behind the... |
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The Eleventh Wave |
rock is hard, but she is deep
waves come,... |
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Weboem |
In day and darkened room, be prepared
to... |
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Continued from September 15 |
Sister Marlene Langen sat with her... |
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This makes me want to write something |
wind off the pines beats flies on... |
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Chasing Windmills |
Dr. Juergen Rausch and I arrived at... |
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On the Road |
I'm on the road, and not like Jack, driving... |
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The Glaciers Are Melting |
We come here on vacation now, hiking from... |
|
Helix |
It looked like a long way down,
but I was... |
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Complete and Total Sense |
Time passes, but there is always more of... |
|
The Mizarian Poets |
We travel at will, from past, to present,... |
|
A Day Off |
Silent, cloudy, not quite awake
despite... |
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Thirst |
With the ruins now behind me, mouth dry,... |
|
Red Wine |
Always forward, unaware of the absolute... |
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Bitter? No, Just Better |
It's difficult to remember things you don't... |
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Greet the Day |
Elaine arrived at work somewhat disheveled,... |
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Trying not to think of Wordsworth |
She came to me one September morning
as... |
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The Flood |
When payment is due, water has no
patience,... |
|
Lefty |
Observe the way the muscles parse... |
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Blank |
To bring into form out of nothing
a dark... |
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Distilled |
The beginning of a week-long purification... |
|
There's a Moose Loose in Duluth |
No, another stimulus. This time, a
guy on a... |
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The Quiet |
Which god, which god should I pray to today?... |
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Instructions |
By keeping one’s hair very short, and... |
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Tettegouche |
A broken rod, sandals blown into
the water,... |
|
Hot |
Somewhere between Chicago and Paris
on a... |
|
Books For Sale |
If you go to San Francisco, you can see us... |
|
Coriander |
The moment of entry into the afterlife takes... |
|
Elysium |
In the city of demons and angels
giants... |
|
ripples |
it will break surface, keep looking
do you... |
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exile |
a few tins of coffee, buckwheat
some eggs,... |
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