Carl Volkmann, historian and retired director of Springfield’s Lincoln (public) Library, has meticulously researched and written a welcome book to add to our shelf of Lincolniana. Or let’s
hummingbirds we thought but why nesting so late in the season and on a hemlock bough over the dock where on rare sunny days we lie on our backs watch their comings and goings they fly like hummingbird
there’s this college kid, see, whodue to inspiration or a few beersstole several of those barrelsstriped orange-and-white thatsurround road construction he spenta few hours making a fifteen-foot
It should be easy to write about Carol Manley, there’s so much material; instead it’s incredibly difficult. Were she at my shoulder (as she is?) she’d be saying, “You guys are
wednesday july 29 poemthings can change so fastat nine this morning I pickedsweet corn in a sunny fieldat eleven in the ICU I laidmy hand and lips on thecooling forehead of mydearest friend may you fi
welcomehomepoem #1
the new AC unit upstairs fills with water there’s no way to drain it easily spent a lot of time
mopping no way to keep it from leaking turned it off dragged bedding
milkmanpoem #3
our lanky-legged milkman lawrence lanklotz said to my dad you know that old lady
over on emerson who’s so crippled up with arthritis well she waits for me every morning and I pu
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junepoem #1the loony laughter
punctuates the lakethe fire dies in embers
at our feetour halcyon time is over
and I achefor trials that t
villanelle # 4 baby wee-weed on my shirtjust as I was going to change herit was just a little squirtbaby wee-weed on my shirtbut too quickly to avertere I knew I was in dangerbaby wee