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“Sonnet: Day of a Salesman”

Sonnet: Day of a Salesman He spoke of where he had to go, greater doings, how and when; what he was for now he did not seem to know, knitting his brow often over it but none the wiser. He … Continue reading

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“Dinosaur Feathers!”

Dinosaur Feathers! A dinosaur with feathers? Well I’m sure! The spectacle’s more than I can endure. Next, mules are born with earrings, snakes have knees, And furry goldfish populate the seas. I can just as well believe those things As … Continue reading

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“The District Education Improvement Committee Meeting”

The District Education Improvement Committee Meeting Her purse is propped against the leg That folds beneath the table’s end. The purse is not adjacent to Her folded arm, her lotioned hand. She props her glasses on her nose, She palms … Continue reading

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“Fungi on the Rind”

Fungi on the Rind A Camembert’s a cheese whose claim to fame Involves a smelliness that’s hard to name. Mushroom aromas with a barnyard twist, Hints of ripe laundry by garlic kissed, This is how the cheese’s loving hordes Try … Continue reading

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“Tough Rocks”

Tough Rocks “Two exoplanets proven hard to kill!” A headline like that promises a thrill. “The two survived their dying star’s last gasp,” It says, but this is difficult to grasp. The parent star turned red, puffed up, and died. … Continue reading

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“Morning Norther”

The wind trees up, driving a pile of mischief, rousing leaf rabble and a scramble of squirrels. Pelting rain drop-kicks the sink window pane. Water’s kettled, coffee’s ground, but it’s a storm that’s brewing. God’s baby Jesus rattle claps, His … Continue reading

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“For Her”

(1) You are the Pole I turn around, My needle’s North, the shade I seek On a hot day. You are the ground I grow in, stamina I lack. Remember snow that caked the “Roost”? The box of bubbly you … Continue reading

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