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How to Write Poetry

You must make the words roar like the ocean The reader has to hear them.  Not the syllabic pronunciation, But the noise of them.  The whisper and the moan. The words must hit so hard that they make the reader … Continue reading

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How to Write Poetry

You must make the words roar like the ocean The reader has to hear them.  Not the syllabic pronunciation, But the noise of them.  The whisper and the moan. The words must hit so hard that they make the reader … Continue reading

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Morning Poem

You walk along in this sea of summer green And think all is normal That all has been homogenized in this Expanse of suburban lawn And then you see it Some flower, loud as a scream, Singing the color of … Continue reading

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Justice

Since we were to live in Houston only about a year, long enough for dad to make his contribution to the engineering of a new polyethylene plant in Taft, Louisiana, we moved into an apartment instead of buying a house.  … Continue reading

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LISTENING TO ARETHA FRANKLIN

. I hear the drums and saxophone The piano and guitar Baby, baby, sweet baby . . . And I am lifted out of my chair Lifted up, I’ll tell you. Higher and higher It shakes me to the core … Continue reading

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Summer Morning Alone

. When he awoke he remembered that the house was empty and as he rose from his bed he felt himself lighter than usual.  As he stood, he felt the strength in his rested limbs and the mental clarity that … Continue reading

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Poem For August

. It is always August. If time would stop, it would stand still Under the dog star. Winter lingers, but all of that season is labor Boots, gloves, scarves and coats Off and on, on and off Snow shovels and … Continue reading

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Waking to The River

If you get there early At the break of dawn At the first of spring Then the river may reveal its mystery to you And you, for a moment, May know it as the Indians did It must be cold … Continue reading

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Waking to The River

. If you get there early At the break of dawn At the first of spring Then the river may reveal its mystery to you And you, for a moment, May know it as the Indians did It must be … Continue reading

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Morning Poem #2, June 6, 2019

You walk along in this sea of summer green And think all is normal That all has been homogenized in this Expanse of suburban lawn And then you see it Some flower, loud as a scream, Singing the color of … Continue reading

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