Three threads of dreams: (1) Thom Kortkamp, a reunion, but he was disaffected, bipolar, scary. (2) Flying. Do not remember flying, but I believe I did. What I remember is trying to show someone else how I did it—just start flapping your arms; you'll get a little lift; then start kicking your legs; then flap … Continue reading If there’s one thing I wish I could do, it would be to fly
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last winter’s quest
by Thom Kortkamp once, we childrenset out together on the golden roadacross big prairie… among the stalks of goldenrod& queen anne’s lace,hands rose: pale & insipid,menacing our flanks swiftly along to the mothertree haven on thin soilfallen branches caressingbeing consumed by buttery … Continue reading last winter’s quest
things gone without
by Thom Kortkamp endless trains plow underthese hills of rusty clay pulled by a teamof mournful donkeys the whistle bray echoes among black tongue cattle circling turkey vultures tidy the roads,protect … Continue reading things gone without
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