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65Poem: The Forest
by barranca
The Forest The loggers leave a path: mud streaks, hewn branches, stumps, scarred trees, boulders askew- marks left as if a titan has been dragged screaming through the forest. The formerly peaceful walk... published 16 months ago
56Poem: The Tower
by barranca
I hadn't realized just how much I hated it, That monstrous Bavarian Tower Easily a fascist's last redoubt, Across the valley on top of the line of hills Which separate us from Twain and Steven's city, ... published 15 months ago
56Winter Reverie
by barranca
On the first day of vacation the frosty damp snow, falls and covers the drab, leftover snow and ice, the trees are newly enameled with white calm. The pot of coffee offers a particularly pleasing obscure... published 14 months ago
60Poem: Hospital View
by barranca
The houses huddle In the foggy winter morning Around the outlying Parking lots of the hospital on the hill, Like vassals camped outside The Lord’s castle, Awaiting his judgments... published 15 months ago
74Poem: Beaver
by barranca
The Beaver and the Flyfisherman It's a standoff And the Beaver is Pissed off. The Flyfisherman sees a likely deep pool behind the lodge but The Beaver sees an Intruder. The war begins with a sudden loud... published 16 months ago
60Poem: Mountain Day
by barranca
Mountain Day School is out, a special day off for the girls To climb the ridge with fall leaves Counter-intuitively glowing And the crisp breezes sigh like Ghosts retreating to the underworld. We converse... published 9 months ago
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65Poem: Aging
by barranca
The slightly deaf Ringing ears itch, The gray, slightly Dim eyes blur and water, The feet ache. The hair fades and balds, The joints stiffen. The nose is ripped, The lungs ooze ... published 14 months ago
55Poem: Kick the Can
by barranca
We played kick the can until dusk Until the last 'olee olee in come free' was shouted. Barefoot I hid in the waxy-leaved bushes And listened to the parrots squawking in the trees. Bare feet I preferred to... published 15 months ago
55Poem: Tin Tin Deo
by barranca
Tin Tin Deo Standing on the grating, Faced with a paneled array of buttons and warning lights, He pushes a button To start the machine precisely Where he left it the day before and Before and before. He... published 16 months ago
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