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NIGHTMORNINGSKY I’d like to see the tree as it once stood before me, childhood, the branch and leaf a single form of transport, ecstasy shaking my body I give to the leaves, the leaves return, my stare all interchange. But that was when I had a sky to name since I had a belief in [...] FEAR OF THE FUTURE In the end one simply withdraws From others and time, one’s own time, Becoming an imaginary Everyman Inhabiting a few rooms, personifying The urge to tend one’s garden, A character of no strong attachments Who made nothing happen, and to whom Nothing ever actually happened—a fictitious Man whose life was [...] SAGE FRANCIS – THE BEST OF TIMES It’s been a long and lonely trip but I’m glad that I took it because it was well worth it. I got to read a couple books and do some research before I reached my verdict. Never thought that I was perfect. Always thought that I had [...] I AM! I am! yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shades in love and death’s oblivion lost; And yet I am! and live with shadows tost Into the nothingness of [...] RHAPSODY No one says it anymore, my darling, not to the green leaves in March, not to the stars backing up each night, certainly not in the nest of rapture, who in the beginning was an owl, rustling just after silence, whose very presence drew a mob of birds–flickers, finches, chickadees, five cardinals to [...] LEAVES 1 Every October it becomes important, no, necessary to see the leaves turning, to be surrounded by leaves turning; it’s not just the symbolism, to confront in the death of the year your death, one blazing farewell appearance, though the irony isn’t lost on you that nature is most seductive when it’s about to [...] MY FIRST MEMORY (OF LIBRARIANS) This is my first memory: A big room with heavy wooden tables that sat on a creaky wood floor A line of green shades—bankers’ lights—down the center Heavy oak chairs that were too low or maybe I was simply too short For me to sit in and read So my [...] Copyright © 1999, by Kent Peterson. Republished without permission, but it’s too good a story not to share. It’s been years now, but I’ll never forget that Christmas… The days had grown short, the snow had begun to fall and my friends and I were all gathered around old man Petersen’s bike shop in the [...] THE WEAKERTHANS – CIVIL TWILIGHT My Confusion Corner commuters are cursing the cold away As December tries to dissemble the length of their working day And they bite their mitts off to show me transfers, deposit change and I can’t stop finding your face in their faces, all rearranged and angry like you never [...] STREET DOGS – FINAL TRANSMISSION He had just turned nineteen yesterday Wanted to be a school teacher someday Came from a small and modest town Had never before traveled abroad He signed on the promise of a college fund Pop and Mom begged him to stay at home The last time they saw him [...] |
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