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Burning Down the Night

August 4, 2017

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Here is a mashup of two poems. You can read it with just the out-jogged paragraphs, or just the in-jogged, or in order, you tell me. Burning Down the Night Spent all my days Hiding from the sun People in dark hideaways And my, how they run The dark is a tiger Striped orange down […]

Stories of the Sea, The Lobster

May 12, 2017

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My friend Bob Triggs shared the feature image with me on fb, the day before the event. I looked at it with mild interest a couple of times, went to possibly the worst website I’ve ever seen, then noticed that there was an email address on the original image if you wanted to be a […]

Rise to the Occasion

May 30, 2016

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From something Peter Baumann said to me in 1985. Rise to the Occasion   Each new day Is a dry shave with a dull blade It’s so hard When the weight of the world Presses you to the linen But if you don’t wake up When you get up Your history is written You have […]

Leanne

May 26, 2014

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Actually, in days gone by, I wrote two books of  poetry.   I went down to the banks to play And added briney thoughts To the miles in between There in the sand stood a crane Focused on a minnow he had lost and seen   In the spring the snow melts away Stretching the […]

Sleeptown

May 28, 2013

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You have to click the image to get the full impact. One day, I had a fever dream… Sleeptown I’m going down into Sleeptown Sometimes in your sleep you will fall between the grids of your dreams past their streets into the sewers below but don’t be afraid In  the sewage and stillage of your […]

Time’s A-Wasting at Big Sam’s

May 26, 2013

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Image by Peter Baumann When you drive in you can smell the swamp air The musty septic smell of wet decay In a cardboard-crowded cellar that’s never dry You walk through the packed lot and Up to the door that still says “Soft Sam’s” Inside you wonder how so many cars Could bring so few […]

Unrequited Waltz

February 15, 2013

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Image: Rye Beach, after the storm. How many of us have stood on this spot? The sky was black before me, and blue behind. Some things you can never have Dancing through your fingers Like a moonbeam With a laugh Keep on reaching For your dreams I think it’s gone Then I hear your name […]