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Since the first ambition I had for publishing was on a platform like this I've listed many efforts over the years. There's nothing to hide. A few I am, if not ashamed of, wary of. "Oh brother, you can do so much better!" But then we are human aren't we. I didn't view poetry as "entertainment" exactly but it has to enact well. That's all I insisted on and I didn't follow any proscribed way
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Picturing the Obscure Murder in the Meadow:1857
The Perfect Road
My Ocean
Ghosts
Maturing Poems
Wine Poems
2 New Poems
3 New Poems
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1975 - 1989
Poetry-in-the-Making
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A Love Ditty
The season, ripe for love, waits now for the coming of youth.
They emerge down the side of a hill and disappear, between rocks, to a boat that is slipped on the embankment of a magical stream.
Their families are against them. The mother wails every evening
and calls talk shows to complain about "young people today."
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People, invited in and not, make a scene. A thunder of beauty appears. Awareness of time and
death and mass. Humorous conversations on the beach. In the stadium where games upon
games and levels of games are played.
Dreams vaporize along the crowded streets filled with the grunge and the dapper.
The House was divided. The House, its layers of
history, its conflicts absorbed a good deal of the cultural history of those decades.
The Writing often tried to fight them off. It was a House of Men in some ways. The women
were driven out either against their will or quite willingly. The House encouraged the
rambunctious nature of boys.
The Writing could take place in the open, under a tree, in a sparsely populated park as well as in
front of the damnable screen.
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