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Voices XII (1948)
After the war Carl Beane started building houses in town. There were men around then. Some of us had served in Europe and others had just come of age. We saw the ditches for the foundation being laid out … Continue reading
morning poem, December 5, 2016
First I sweep the rooms and halls, like a thousand times before Then I mop and rinse and polish, see the shine upon the floor Oft’ times I failed to notice it, the grain of ancient … Continue reading
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Morning Poem: February24, 2015
, The morning drill is the same Find the pans, break the eggs Put the bacon on the griddle. All in the right, practiced order Don’t lose a step Don’t waste a moment Out the door by seven-thirty. , … Continue reading
End of The Day
Where does the day go? I started with such plans such resolution and, yes, even the dreaded cliche: “goals.” But what happens? As Summer Finn so aptly put it: “life.” What if someday I’ll see it all in reverse: “Here … Continue reading
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Evening Poem, October 5, 2014
The Holiness of Tools The shop-room is silent and still smells of sawn wood Dust motes drift in the light beaming through the little window. The plywood table, itself built out of scraps and leftovers from the construction of the … Continue reading
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Morning Poem, October 3, 2014
Trimming the Tree The bowsaw blade is tight in its frame Like a piano wire, it quivers when touched. I run the blade lightly over the arc of the maple branch Shush, it whispers, and makes a new line. … Continue reading
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First Job
I was fourteen that summer and the guy who had the route went to Canada for the whole month of August. He wouldn’t give the job to me; he had his own reasons for that. I did not agree with … Continue reading
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Tagged job, keroac, kerouac, memoir, modern poetry, night, nostalgia, poetry, stream of conciousness, work, writer, youth
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Morning Poem, September 26, 2014
My hour of labor goes faster when mornings are dark The oak splits cleaner in the cold Smoke from the kitchen fire reminds me that breakfast awaits The smell itself is almost food to me I hurry to keep … Continue reading
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Five O’Clock
I look up from the screen And notice the absence of sound No printers running No clicking keyboards No footfalls on the hall carpet No bits of conversation filtering from other rooms Outside, traffic is thick again Moving only when … Continue reading
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