A warm (OK, “less cold”) day followed by a frosty night left plenty of frozen water vapor in the air – and this morning it was found dancing around the sun and clinging to every tree.
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27 Jun 09
The swelter of warm night after warm night
broke this morning with a roar of a storm,
and the sticky aftermath gave way to a cool
afternoon with bluster to spare.
I went out walking in the evening, after
the sun had dipped behind roof peaks,
the wind moving through the lawn breaks
and tousling the treetops above. Gardens
bursting out of their [...]
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Posted in mpls, new poetry, poetry
14 Apr 08
Dan Barry of the New York Times brought his excellent column, This Land, to the Twin Cities recently, where he wrote about the final day and the last auction at the South St. Paul stockyard, which has been bought and sold to make way for suburbanization. “Pens for people,” Barry notes. I have some vague [...]
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Posted in found poetry, mpls, prose
5 Feb 08
What’s that word up there? “Loppet,” friends, is not a mythical creature (if it were it would be a lion crossed with a rabbit…naturally) but a cross-country ski race. It’s a Swedish word, and therefore it seems to only be used in two places on the globe: Sweden and Minnesota. Over the weekend Minneapolis hosted [...]
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Posted in hullabaloo, mpls, whoopjamboreehoo
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