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The Unimaginable Event
*Hey Little Man! How can you stand it? Knowing, maybe not owning, the fact that I’ve planned this. Lost control and now you sit damaged, Goddammit. Exhausted and ravaged; lungs expanded and contracted....
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Prologue; Traveling Through to Poland
This was a surprise Spring day in Minneapolis Last week it was bad. She said she wish she could come back in the summer We said we stay for that. Constant building of Culture Constant trading of...
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Southern Minnesota Escape
Mother Nature’s gift, Left the vast cityscape for unpaved ways Longing for: Peace Quiet And Solace… Darkness beyond frail eyelids As it was in the past Hunter-gatherer sort of habits Time logged and...
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The North Shore
Drift wood lie on the ground bent Fixed there in midday sun ease, Exhausted on mind’s fickle intent Hard resting, come at fast release Visible footprints mark this stroll, Paths we meet coming toward,...
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Driving Around Town
Driving around town in a small truck What is black and spots of rust Casually burning off dewed steam Cruising around amidst a day-dream Remotely relaxed at assigned red stop Cautiously avoiding few...
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Human Beings at Wm O’Brien State Park, MN.
Morning. A passenger side ranger inquiry, lead to fresh blinding light and splashing potable water. Campfire embers smoldered after an evening’s neighborly introduction and proclamation of “Uptown...
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It was Highland in a Nutshell
It was wet cans of PBR from a Coleman cooler and pulls of Bulleit whisky warm on a Friday night. It was green Jalapeño poppers wrapped in fatty bacon next to glistening short-cut rib rows in a twilight...
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New Danger: Water Balloons and Squirt Guns
Nowadays water balloons and squirt guns are considered dangerous weapons. Oddities which can get you tackled to the ground, cuffed, and thrown into the back of a police cruiser. It’s kind of funny. I...
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A Ride to Work with Late Masters
Sweet smell of morning and leavings of last night’s rain were scattered about, sluiced on glass and ground, left abandoned for drying. A naked wrist called to remember Warhol. The wild storm came and...
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On Eighth Crow Wing Lake…
a million worlds balanced atop globules of settled wake and rain, dancing on strung-up green leathered water lilies in rolling waves. These beaded reflections, moving, were a million of you and a...
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you look like you got some sun
One of my favorite phrases to hear on Monday is, “Oh, you got a bit of sun over the weekend…” The idea of going outside and sitting in the sun without buildings, without work, without people, without...
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An Evening in a North Forest
Loam, marrow, stone, and humus— where open groves of pine bent in sway, stained-wood new growth, a green tent setup and stretched between. We went tearing, hard traipsing, gutting fish at a low fire...
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