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Jewelweed by David Rhodes

Everyone’s a philosopher, huge plot holes, emotionally limp. Overstuffed, undercooked.


Thick black locomotives, their sound

claiming the air, rumble with earth shaking

strength as they conquer their space.

Rolling over table top flat tracks the engines… 82 more words


When I wrestled with him one day,
on the ol’ Stevens couch,
I could feel his youth and wisdom and talent
impress my heart,
and I remembered: 358 more words

Robert Frost and Wendell Berry

The Pasture 

I’m going out to clean the pasture spring;

I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may): 315 more words



The Standard Gas Station

He thought that, when he least expected it he’d accidentally bump into her walking around a corner downtown or maybe they would ride past each other in opposite directions where he never expected to see her and they would look at each other face to face, 113 more words