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Here and Now: White-Out
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Wednesday, August 05, 2015. Trying to compensate for mid-summer heat with some cool pictures. These are from different states, New Mexico, Colorado, Nevada and probably Arizona. For poems, I have a number of anthologies that I haven't used in a while, so I picked individual poems from several of them. And, as usual, my own stuff, new and old. On Receiving My Letter of Termination. A Playful Poem Seeing a Rubbing of Some of My Poetry at Ting-chou. Yes, the bear does poop in the woods. Last Day in Idaho.
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Here and Now: Water Music
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Sunday, July 26, 2015. I added three new books to my library last week, one is an anthology that I'll pull from this week. The book is Preoccupied Austin, an Anthology Celebrating the Austin International Poetry Festival. Published in 2012 by Infinity Publishing. The book was published to commemorate the 20th anniversary of the festival. The other two books are collections by Andres Montoya and Adrienne Rich. Back on South Alamo. Dr Charles A Stone. I'm just not going to write a poem today. I want a donut.
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Here and Now: Cactus Jack Sleeps Here
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Cactus Jack Sleeps Here. Wednesday, June 03, 2015. More old photos this week going west Highway 90 (except for a ringer from downtown San Antonio taken several years ago) . The bulk of the pictures are in or around Uvalde,Texas, hometown and burial place of John Nance Garner, Speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives and first vice-president under FDR. He retired after FDR's first term due to his and FDR's mutual loathing of the other. This old poem is from 2010. A minor poet explains it all. Yang was...
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Here and Now: Something Else Again
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Wednesday, July 01, 2015. More my-Texas photos this week. Also, I have an interesting anthology this week, Chinese Love Poetry. With all that information, no translator(s) are credited. Again a lot of my old stuff, which I enjoy reviewing and transcribing for the post. Here's the line up:. Rivers run full and fast. Gazing at Spring II and III. Abuelita de los todos. Waiting for promised lightning. Looking at the Moon and Longing for. So this is my brain on fug. A community, a house. The very big tree.
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Wild Flowers♥: August 2006
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Welcome to my Blog. You will find poetry here. All poems are my original work unless otherwise indicated. Enjoy! Because. "When a wild flower grows it picks its space." - Sheryl Crow, and: "Nobody knows a wild flower still grows by the side of the road." - Bon Jovi. Thursday, August 31, 2006. The Many Names For Sun. 64 Backlight, Loss. I walk through ageless white pines, lost;. The path narrow, the way is long. I watch trees toppled by machines;. Today darkness swallows the forest. 65 Sunbonnet, Meeting.
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Wild Flowers♥: June 2008
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Welcome to my Blog. You will find poetry here. All poems are my original work unless otherwise indicated. Enjoy! Because. "When a wild flower grows it picks its space." - Sheryl Crow, and: "Nobody knows a wild flower still grows by the side of the road." - Bon Jovi. Thursday, June 19, 2008. Portrait of a Mother. She sits on an old wooden bridge. The water blurry, the edges sepia. A carefree breeze musses her curls. She leans back against the rail. Her jacket buttoned tight,. Her ankles crossed, smiling.
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Wild Flowers♥: March 2006
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Welcome to my Blog. You will find poetry here. All poems are my original work unless otherwise indicated. Enjoy! Because. "When a wild flower grows it picks its space." - Sheryl Crow, and: "Nobody knows a wild flower still grows by the side of the road." - Bon Jovi. Saturday, March 18, 2006. I thought of her small death so often,. Tangled in the tubes and wires of the dark,. That it came to have shape and strength,. More than a weak cry in an incubator. And the blue mottled skin of a defect heart. Kindle...
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Wild Flowers♥: More Suns
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Welcome to my Blog. You will find poetry here. All poems are my original work unless otherwise indicated. Enjoy! Because. "When a wild flower grows it picks its space." - Sheryl Crow, and: "Nobody knows a wild flower still grows by the side of the road." - Bon Jovi. Friday, November 24, 2006. More from The Many Names For Sun. These inspired by translations of and after the great Chinese and Japanese Poets, Li Po, Wang Wei, Basho, Issa. These Songs incorporate several forms, Chinese Song, Haiku, Tanka.
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Wild Flowers♥: December 2006
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Welcome to my Blog. You will find poetry here. All poems are my original work unless otherwise indicated. Enjoy! Because. "When a wild flower grows it picks its space." - Sheryl Crow, and: "Nobody knows a wild flower still grows by the side of the road." - Bon Jovi. Saturday, December 02, 2006. This poem is in honor of Sgt. James D. Priestap, a soldier from Hardwood, MI (Dickinson County) who was killed in Iraq. US military deaths hit. As of Tuesday Nov. 28, 2006. And yours among them. One of Those Nights.
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Wild Flowers♥: Menominee River Songs
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Welcome to my Blog. You will find poetry here. All poems are my original work unless otherwise indicated. Enjoy! Because. "When a wild flower grows it picks its space." - Sheryl Crow, and: "Nobody knows a wild flower still grows by the side of the road." - Bon Jovi. Wednesday, January 28, 2009. A long hot summer, deserted water. Menominee River will return your sorrow. Unable to gauge the grief of the families,. I climb the train bridge to Wisconsin’s side. Gaze into Michigan, the distance of loss. Scorc...
