I can not liemy muse has caressed my templesafter falling to my knees at her threshold. Anima Hilda…American English Grecian goddess…I bring Giftsof my braids,long strains of hairbunched into threeseparated, twistedI make a Vocation. I’ve seen the grey-eyed starethat penetrates,when our lenses meet,after you twist your neck, head, and chin –stretch toward your scapula –Fierce.And […]
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I’m writing a creative nonfiction book about woman named Elaine Stec. She was 21 and died in Buffalo, NY in 1970. She went on a date with Gino Albini and witnessed the death of Thomas Trent. Could she be trusted to stay quiet? In the tumultuous time, during the Vietnam war, the American student’s were […]
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Ride with it when you wake up and have a surge of energy.gloomy skies colding in opposition to the spring.give it up Janus, we yearn to spring forth.A bit more waiting?before thedaffodils project up toward the always goldenand we walk upward withbarefeet.
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It’s been 20 years since Robert Creeley’s passing and almost 55 years since the historic protest of 1970, which led to both the University of Buffalo and Buffalo State closing their campuses before final exams. Recently, I have been researching the time between fall 1969 and summer 1970 in Buffalo, NY, gathering information for a […]
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Springtime –The ice boomIt lifts. logos, theword flowsfrom the erie lakedown the riveraround a grand island,down the rapidsplummeting some 83 ftinto the gorge andonto Lake Ontariovoyaging onward to the seaway existing into the Atlantic Ocean.
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I stopped drinking just shy of 20 months ago. The first year was hard. I sought out a therapist 3 years ago, and it took me over a year to decide completely to quit. In the beginning, I would do a dry January or 100 day challenge, proving to myself and my therapist that I […]
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In University in 2003, I was a poet with confidence of which I have since forgotten. I gathered information so that i could be the best poet. I wanted to meet a real poet so I wrote a email to Robert Creeley not expecting to get a response. But he responded within a day and agreed to do a work study with me. The one eyed poet met with me on Saturdays at Cafe Aroma, where we talked about HD Hilda Doolittle a high definition poet, wars, relationships and jazz. I walked up to cafe Aroma in my tattered blue…
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