Showing posts with label Duane Vorhees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Duane Vorhees. Show all posts
Sunday, August 25, 2019

Duane Vorhees writes

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THE POET Come. Find me in some brick and vinyl inn when your soul is frozen in hard winter, lost in vast fastnesses of dark...
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Saturday, August 24, 2019

Duane Vorhees writes

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Letter   (after Yun Dongju) Sister! This winter again we've had much snow. Should I put a handful into this white invelope ins...
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Thursday, August 15, 2019

Duane Vorhees writes

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ROULETTE I finger your empty chamber, put you to my lips BANG
Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Duane Vorhees writes

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SNOW --after Yun Dongju Last night snow covered the world Furrowed roofs complained of the cold This must be the quilt to cover th...
Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Duane Vorhees writes

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ASHAMED TO NAME HIM, SO I WON’T a stump speech The big-thumb ump bumpbumps like his golf dump’s empty sump pump. That extra...
Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Duane Vorhees writes

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A Pattern for Socks       --after Yun Dongju Mother what will you do with that used stationery Sis threw away? I never would have gue...
Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Duane Vorhees writes

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CHIMNEY      --after Yun Dongju From the stout chimney in the thatched hut in the mountain valley at high noon why does the smoke rise ...
Thursday, July 4, 2019

Duane Vorhees writes

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THE LAWS ARE THE CUCKOLDS, ALAS 1. Laws are to lobbyists as cuckolds to coquettes: Effort and ingredients define ...
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