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North of Laramie

Endless train on the rails.
The heartbeat singing cla-shunk cla-shunk,
cla-shunk cla-shunk
across the shifting prairie,
down the pass and into the outstretched West
north of Laramie.
My mind goes out of focus,
the daydream meets the world.
The beat of the collar against my neck
in the merciless wind,
the forever prairie, the infinite cla-shunk,
the towering sky,
incomprehensible.
I bet there are places where the endless [...]

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Villa

This
is the place
we’re all looking for
the place
where nothing happens.
The quiet sky, the quiet sky,
the waft of oil and burning wood,
the clack of a shutter in the breeze,
a willowy rustle, wind in the pines.
Neighbors shouting down the valley
and laughing their way home
the freedom of a foreign language
spoken all around you.
The hard and beautiful smell of
that first [...]

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Mount Shavano

Standing breathless on the mountaintop, above the trees, weak from the altitude, signing our names in the small canvas-covered book, reading over all the past names and all the exclamation points.
Wind whistling – wind, shhheeeeewwwwww whistling…
Sweat leaving streaks on our dirty cheeks.
We shouted! We were above the world, and had pulled ourselves up there with [...]

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Rough draft poem – “Jim Harrison’s Left Eye”

While his body,
hands, hair, toes, lips, nose
sense the world directly -
kiss a thigh, cradle a body in the arms
wriggle in the bushy grass
play with the wind that
blows cool out of the north
scent gun smoke as
buckshot drops the duck from the sky
prickle on the straw chaff
run a hand through the purple alfalfa flowers
or the girl’s blond [...]

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Rough Draft Poem – “The Chase”

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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City of Cold Ribcages…

Reworked and reupped!
I hope you’ll go read some…even if you think you’ve read all of them, I bet you haven’t! And if you really have…you still might find some new gems to enjoy. I know I did. Book publishers especially are encouraged to take a look and make their bids accordingly.
Thanks for reading.

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“In the morning, the time of hope”

In the morning, the time of hope,
the sky will be blue like fresh steel,
or woolen grey,
it might rain, or it might be hot
like always, or you might see your
footprints in the frost. The sky, the world, won’t care,
and the sky, the world, won’t know.
The world. It needs help sometimes.
A push, a kickstart, a breath, from [...]

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Northography

I’d like to tell you all a bit about Northography, a sort-of collective of Minnesota poets (although lately I believe this has been expanded to encompass those living in the loosely-defined “Upper Midwest”) who write and post poems in response to a “stimulus,” which can take the form of another poem, a picture, or a [...]

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New poetry: “Lumberjack Chic”

I found this little nugget in one of my old notebooks, dated 4/22/06. At this point I don’t really remember the inspiration, but it’s possible it was an early poem about Tennessee Valentine’s man, who was/is supposed to be a lumberjack. Of course there’s a bit of me in there too, at least in the [...]

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A Poemosity of My Own

Hey. How’s your Saturday going? Good. I was digging through the archives today and came up with some poems that have been inexplicably languishing in obscure blog posts on my old site, some of them for as long as three years! I’ve dusted them off and added them to my collection of uncollected poems (that [...]

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