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<a new poem by Stu!> Little Girl Who Stopped Traffic a Mile Every morning Monday through Friday except for holidays. She leaves her house to go to school and stops traffic for a mile. A half mile in either direction to her left and right 100 idling vehicles each way. Watching her after wondering at … Continue reading Little Girl Who Stopped Traffic a Mile
Will the Pill showed us how to put gravel in a snow ball. He waved us all over to him and said, “watch and learn” like he was revealing a military secret. “It will hurt, don’t hit anyone in the eye,” he said as he scooped up a large handful of wet snow in one … Continue reading Twins Snow Balls Double
The Twins being twins like most twins could tell what each was thinking from infancy. Beyond telepathy The Twins possessed an almost instantaneous singularity of thought. The Twins used this intuition to be fierce opponents in snow ball fights. To make things more even, we could not allow them to be on the same squad … Continue reading Twins Snow Ball Flight Part I
Whip branches, slender golden leaves which love to shimmy near a wet shallow hollow pond like Black Hole Pond. The Salix babylonica was not from Babylon, but the East that is – west China. That is, the Chinese recorded use of the willow as medicine even before the Sumerians. Chewee Lou (chuíliǔ) is the Chinese … Continue reading Good-bye Weeping Willow
A harbinger of spring. When the rose-reddish stalks are ready the vernal season is well under-way. Young and fresh every year. Tart tart tart and tangy. You can eat the herbaceous perennial raw, if you want. But don’t eat the leaves. The leaves are poisonous! The leaves are large, triangular and nephrotoxic! The leaves have … Continue reading Life Still with Rhubarb Pie
Red, yellow-gold and brown fall leaves. Damp smell of winter coming. Football field full of spike treads. Sand dune awaiting snow for sledding. Wind whistles briskly, though occasionally. Back to school pride. The favored impressions rise, studies sports a kind teacher a secret crush your scope and maybe even one particular cafeteria food that doesn’t … Continue reading The Fire at Sand Dune of St. Mary
The scrubby jack pines along the upper dune ridge give an odor mixed with early summer ferns which penetrates lightly, but unmistakably. Slightly resinous, fresh and cool against the sun baking early afternoon sand. There’s a moisture residue from under the ferns and beneath the dune surface as backdrop in the aroma. Michael Immanuel David … Continue reading Sand Dune of St. Mary III
