diarypoem # 1: a blink my mother burned years of diariesbefore her first child was born shetold me later that if anything hadhappened to her she didn’t wantaunt ida or aunt lillian prying intoh
I suppose I should write a eulogy but Ished not a single tear when the round barnwent down two weeks ago nor when thetwo standing silos were pulverized a weeklater it was inevitable once our group tos
if you want a copy ofwinnie the pooh in russianlet me know I also havewinnie ille pu andpierre lapin and maybeone in yiddish if I canfind it and if that iswhere your interest lies
clout (clothing) poem #1 may is here I’m missing myelderly friend jessie with hercrown of white hair and spritelyways lived on a farm in dorsetshe frequently quoted her mum(“ketchup is an
northfifthstreet poem #17I’m glad not to be living in one of thosepadlocked compounds west or southwestof town I’m glad to be in enos park whereI’m allowed to hang out a pillow case
demi, you’d like my sandwich this noonthe bread is from someone’s finished mealat st. pat’s fish fry last night raw onion dittothe well-flavored beef slice I slid off johnknoepfle&rs
farmpoem #14this old ledger probably 1900 maybe earlier it’s from a box of stuff from my folks’ house which was full of stuff from my grandparents’ house I have it all I’m tryi
our folks bought us the world booka handsome set of volumes a usefuland absorbing reference once Iset out to read the whole thingbogged down at aardvark or was itaardwolf realizing it was an impossibl