poems
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Sitting at a brewery rural, northern Minnesota tasting a variety of beers, ales small flights of five A couple – mid-twenties sits across from us they too, are sampling each other – first timers comparing dating app peccadillos head-scratching mismatches awkward exchanges preferences for beer types, each other quickly give way to comfortable laughter Another Read more
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Poets have often likened love to roses summer days pastoral scenes other sundry phenomena saccharine sells in toto love is not candy roses sweet imagery clichés violin soundtracks I, having lived love see more esoteric practicality from, for the heart love is tartar sauce. It looks like hell you have no idea what is really Read more
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summer comes to a close autumnal breezes waft rustling memories of those days when the close of summer had more definitive endings sun-drenched days of youthful frolic, innocent play, done swimming, playing with frogs in holes dug on sandy beaches at grandparent’s homes; ‘the lake’ summer Xanadus of childhood one year, scenic backdrops for advancing Read more
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bar napkin crumpled, soggy torn palate slurred ink Picassoesque words Big Chief tablets beloved by 2nd graders, kitsch rhymesters used envelopes narrow canvas postage, odd visuals, broken windows work in cancellation stamp wanderlust, bonus angst matchbook cover epics cause inspired squinting haikus on receipts cannot be returned without merchandise in hand scribbles, doodles on pilfered Read more
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From my book ‘Gathered Pinecones’ on sale now, in paperback or Kindle http://lrd.to/gathered-pinecones Moored Morning sun of summer wafting through open, lake-front window each day awakening with a squint, gasp soft-focus of seven-tree birch stand backlit by various shades of dawn filtered through tall jack pines on Huxtable Point, opposite, eastern side, of Horseshoe Lake Read more
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From my book ‘Lost, found, holding on’ Available in paperback or Kindle http://lrd.to/p6rxzwIMnD Salonica, goneica She loves me, she loves me not Played that game as a kid, for fun with and without the flower played it frequently later, for keeps Won once or twice I have over picked my life’s quota of prophetic daisies, Read more
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– Aidan Erin Immerfall, 2014 Read more
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What goes around comes around life more Tilt-A-Whirl than Merry-go-Round Symmetry, overrated repetition needs expected spontaneity no matter how it goes down up…? Nobody waits in line just anticipating the thrill of getting strapped in and staying grounded save the poetically unenlightened dreamer on the rumbling quarter-a-ride, in-front-of-the grocery-store horse – Mark Lucker Read more
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These north woods are lovely, bright, and deep glistening with snow and promises to keep Serenity resides in the fresh wonder of the new wintry familiarity, renewal in fresh snowfall I have not trod, of late, these winter woods two years have passed since my last sojourn my longest such time away from this place, Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 