American Sonnet
We lost the interest before we began Moving fixed posters on the thick walls Level-headed distinguished man Digging hard and working all Sight beheld in the palm of worn hand Many created problems...
View ArticleMs. Price
The Matriarch of Thought Standing once, again, at the front, near porous mind’s space Stay at the cusp of those taught tangled tangibles. Yet now I am Her words, weighted moving out, Stopping, at the...
View ArticleLittle Bug (Common Cold)
Little bug you have me Inside my head you go Fired up within me On malign mission you roam Little bug you affect me Causing cough and wet wheeze Sneezes round, forth, up and down In bed reposed I be...
View Article“The Apple Capital”
This town Under bluffs of a river valley Ancient trees Fixed in rich dirt of sediment Through the Sandstone foundation of long forgotten Specters under the sky Incarnation of this “American Dream”...
View ArticleEnd of the Semester
Last of these few days together There was no breakfast made Non-existent intent, in good weather We were making this class in so many ways Gathered- some, walking in, I sat Gathered- now, thoughts,...
View ArticleSouthern Minnesota Escape
Mother Nature’s gift, Left the vast cityscape for unpaved ways Longing for: Peace Quiet And Solace… Darkness beyond frail eyelids As it was in the past Hunter-gatherer sort of habits Time logged and...
View ArticleHow to Label an Artist/Author
The Art we delegate From our own perspectives Shapes our lives by our objectives Down along the river Or near a country farm Intersecting thoughts which gather alarm One sees it as this One sees it as...
View Articlea writer engaged…
Engaging keys to dance on the screen a sticky banged-out sort of language, eyes flicker-flash as they register, each finely enacted word is painted. Sentences used decidedly, discrete- far beyond just...
View ArticleEntitlement Changes Everything,
I won’t buy shit I don’t need. I won’t sell worthless materials. I won’t attempt to acquire possession, save foil distraught people. I won’t sellout my “loved ones”. I won’t assume the intent of the...
View ArticleMan Man at Triple Rock
Observant trend scene, Heavy tattoo engrained, Faux-tough and minor mean, Façade, true, is claimed. Street: Riverside, easy ride: Perspective existing local, Patched bags for small fries; Real hipsters...
View ArticleOh, what a night
This lonely night, as I scrub clean the soiled dishes. Wet hands, same the front of my day-old shirt; dinged pale, blotched, and loose. Nothing in its place; bottles falling, corners catching...
View ArticleSeasonable Clock
Even the morning seems acutely somber Broad clouded skies hold steady longer Green leaves thick ripped from their place Void departed relatives we save nigh space Juxtapose this deep cutting- chilled...
View ArticleThe Mississippi River in La Crosse
I recall the smell of fish from the brown water And white caps rising high— Brown, dirty… undulating— Ducks stood in speckled sands, Trash mixed rock… And a cloud passes overhead Casting a new shadow;...
View ArticleThe North Shore
Drift wood lie on the ground bent Fixed there in midday sun ease, Exhausted on mind’s fickle intent Hard resting, come at fast release Visible footprints mark this stroll, Paths we meet coming toward,...
View ArticleSome keep Significance going to Social Media – (632)
Some keep Significance going to Social Media – I keep it, walking the Park – With a Book for a Link – And the sun, for a like – Some keep Significance on the Interwebs – I, just wear my shoes – And...
View Articlehalf made up
Half of my person, my body, my ghost, my own; though you are outside in the cold, wind through bare trees blown— near thoughts in the mind—full, on edge a clear glass of water in my saliva, in my...
View ArticleOn Eighth Crow Wing Lake…
a million worlds balanced atop globules of settled wake and rain, dancing on strung-up green leathered water lilies in rolling waves. These beaded reflections, moving, were a million of you and a...
View ArticleA Moment Mid-Commute
Slowing my advance the smell of fresh dew on bending grass, deeply rich, as pubic loin, naturally beaded, morning fruit, coming up into me. Passing chance is a pedestrian at another drink, to sup, to...
View ArticleIn a Crowd of Clowns
Dead artists & counterfeit idealists Travel same paths I’ve once roamed. To judge, to assert, as one were God— Step off of your high-founded throne.
View ArticleCedar Lake South
Colors undulated in water’s reflection Each vessel thrown motion on waves. Daylight slipped between fast shadows Astir with dust, sunscreen, and wake. Reading and discussion as people laze, Land...
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