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Still Caught by Narrative, I Daydream About the Good Ol' Days
I mean like Homer, Milton, the Beowulf poet, Poe, Coleridge, all those folks telling stories with verse. Now the lyric is King: elucidating ever more subtle emotional states while less and less actu… more →
Out of my Ears
Still Caught by Narrative, I Daydream About the Good Ol' Days
sleepswithbear wrote 1 month ago: I mean like Homer, Milton, the Beowulf poet, Poe, Coleridge, all those folks telling stories with ve … more →
Caught by Narrative
sleepswithbear wrote 1 month ago: I’ve been bitten by the narrative bug, and that’s the reason I haven’t posted late … more →
The Alchemy of Worse Alternatives
sleepswithbear wrote 3 months ago: The kids in the alternative school are mad because Bill the Director won’t let them explore storm se … more →
My Old Friend Marla
sleepswithbear wrote 4 months ago: says she’s under surveillance. It could be true. She’s been poking around in government records for … more →
Highway 180 East
sleepswithbear wrote 4 months ago: By the side of the road picking up discarded time. Careful you don’t become a discard yoursel … more →
Old Woman on Street Corner
sleepswithbear wrote 5 months ago: It’s all too much, this blurring by, far past even her craziest girlhood speculations on the p … more →
Monday Morning
sleepswithbear wrote 5 months ago: white tree blue sky black crow noisy crow … more →
Company
sleepswithbear wrote 5 months ago: It’s been how many decades since I felt lonely – three? four? Closer to four. Maybe it … more →
The Last Paper
sleepswithbear wrote 6 months ago: comes to me in the hand of the last student on campus. Everybody else is gone. I curse myself again … more →
Grade Book
sleepswithbear wrote 7 months ago: This is the end I forget so I can do it again next term. Faces look out at me from the little boxes … more →
Sunset, Fire, Mountain, Rain
sleepswithbear wrote 7 months ago: Mogollon Baldy, March 2005 Cloud-filled gulleys. A killing ground– flame smoke, steam … more →
The Cardboard Box
sleepswithbear wrote 7 months ago: for William Stafford Where is the cardboard box William Stafford used for a desk when he sat on the … more →
Time as a Pickup Truck on a Country Road
sleepswithbear wrote 7 months ago: Minutes, like dogs, thrill to the word GO and a whole lifetime flapping ears and tongues rattles pas … more →
Breathing Lesons: an American History
sleepswithbear wrote 8 months ago: Slightly oxygen deprived, we waited for Jesus beneath reefs of smoke from the mills. He never did sh … more →
Go Hit That Tree
sleepswithbear wrote 8 months ago: (for MA and all women of the West) Her Stetson’s half as wide as she is tall. Horses? Got thre … more →
The Hustings
sleepswithbear wrote 8 months ago: All the varieties of misery parade across the city in colors of glowing gas. Wet asphalt storm sewer … more →
The Way It Happens
sleepswithbear wrote 8 months ago: She kissed her prince and he became a frog. It amazed her how many princes that happened to. … more →
On a Forest Path
sleepswithbear wrote 8 months ago: inspired by Amy Singer, in memory of Timothy Treadwell He sang to the bear and the bear sat down Plu … more →
Hornyboy
sleepswithbear wrote 8 months ago: Cornfields made him think of sex. Clouds made him think of sex. Anything that came out of the glowin … more →
