Farm Party, Fall 2013

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Then E Vaughan.  He unwraps and tosses a potay—it lands with a thud.  I go and get more wood from the creek bed.  Patrick helps, drags back a cedar.  E Vaughan is working on the tractor.  Will it start? 

Putt, putt, huff, huff... 

"Come on, baby!" 

"Now we have liftoff!" 

"Don't start counting your chickens yet."

Patrick saws.  B offers up the last two cinnamon rolls.  Bucky and Sarah are down, getting their stuff together.  There was a day, down here, the first Sunday, when we were eager for getaway....

E Vaughan backs the tractor up the hill...


My first Farm Party account...

Ampersand, Rotated 90˚ Counterclockwise

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     Here I am
          at
    ROCK BOTTOM
            again

                   Death, death, death, and destruction

         Bourbon at 13:00—

     Song helps,

                      a Nobel would do better.

              Hand to forehead,
                                            seated,
                                                      elbows on desk—

         
                      staring, stoned, bereft

    
                           all of the past up to the present
                                      & this is what's left.

WI/MN 2013

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"Enough planning, un-planning, re-planning, and planning for a lack of a plan. I am packed, I am ready, I am waiting."

— John Randell Cabot, Lake Superior, 1687

1

Lostant
rain on the pavement
good light, power lines & their
towers.

Toluca, Tonica, Winona
Mammatus clouds, water
drips down, hits my
face when
I open the
window.

A nut bar, worry of heartburn.
I went around the corner only to
have a cigarette.  But then Pat
has one and I wonder why I hid it.

State highway 6, Ottawa/La Salle-Peru
On the Illinois River.  Nice place?

There are a lot of windmills, and
an exit for highway 30 to Sterling,
to Aurora—where I went to school once...


Continue with this travel poem...

It Might Not Have Been Blue Mountain, But We Did Ascend a Mountain in Jamaica

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Note: What follows is not a dream but a carefully crafted piece of fiction.  Any semblance to recent, factual events is purely coincidental. 1 The Veaux-Hanns picked us up Saturday in Pat's Vibe after they had gone to some sort of comedy show down along the Loop.  We were ready for them.  It was ten … Continue reading It Might Not Have Been Blue Mountain, But We Did Ascend a Mountain in Jamaica

Northern Exposure Pastry Contest Goes Very Much Awry in Germany (Nap Dream)

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Don't ask me what was going on in this one.  I suppose I was just minding my own business living in my apartment here in St. Louis only it wasn't St. Louis of course it was Germany. I put a packet of ketchup outside one of the doors upstairs on Level 3.  Some guys with … Continue reading Northern Exposure Pastry Contest Goes Very Much Awry in Germany (Nap Dream)