Love Poetry (Weather)
Poetry and I: Like Jane to Calamity. Like the Hindenburg to Fire. Like Rim to Tire. We transpire. (And proceed.) We tire. We exist, we live, and we are: Like a fast car, like a boxer’s spar....
View ArticleBob’s Java Hut (Coffee and a Draft)
10/11/12 Coffee shop of warmth; roasted beans to heated water to stomach deep warms me farther. Wooden floors hold an open table where I can rest my feet, an open window view for my eyes to see, next...
View ArticleLook The Other Way (On a Cold Winter’s Day)
Question: How much would you have to say if you couldn’t whine or complain? (Don’t answer that question.) Then I wonder… Are you ever going to have a good day? Who is offended if they care?...
View ArticleBig-Small City Blues (Minneapolis Frigid)
You can find us foraging on the harshest of days. To a Jet-Setter’s dismay, we amaze. : Daily occurrence Layered like onion with attire and attitude. Acting rude to those cordial tourists who seem...
View ArticleNOW
I see you are clearly starting to plant your ubiquitous presence in my heavens. Art and Stone alone block the outside view of Winter. Wind blows on an old building. Places we’ve been together: with...
View ArticleThis is for you April
I’ve known better from the beginning. For years winter season has been collecting all of my trimmings. Dirty socks, ragged leather boots, gloves worn through, and the truth shown proof. My face is...
View ArticleObservation: Rise and Shine
The morning chemistry is coffee on a countertop. The bell rings softly as we stare at canopy aloft. The ceiling fan does not spin as dust clings to its pale blades. Rain hits roof and window but does...
View ArticleOn the Banks Under a Bridge
Sunburn epidemic, the sun is out and going down. Get out of the house and off of the couch. I will still love you if you go. Flesh tinted a red glow. Thoughts you should know; we can move, change...
View ArticleTwo Times
Two times a year you cannot go outside: One in the winter and one in the summer times*. The former you’ll freeze up, and the latter you’ll run dry. Minnesota questions, why? The contrasts are...
View ArticleDew Point (Part 1)
Most won’t run in “normal” temps; I run best in advisories, while injured, after a cigarette. *** Sweet putrid smells greet the nose, as it goes, in the air around this city. Noon, as we steadily...
View ArticleDew Point (Part 2)
Around 80, with the dew point, similar to 100 and lost. This is only for a few days, and we measure the cost. There remains a great contrast, from shut-in at negative 20, to shut-in and very sunny....
View ArticleMidday Theater
Open pages from an open book wave in an open breeze, Taking on open looks. As leaves atop trees. Mind at ease. Stand steady stiff knees-we need you. Sounding gusts forbode of a chilling breeze,...
View ArticleMorning Read (Just the Leaves)
Morning Read, Rain wasn’t coming down cats and dogs, but it was discouraging none the less. Biking up Como to St. Paul from Marcy Holmes had to be done, This commute remained a process before a...
View Articlebad day etc.
Trying to feel as though I’m not under the weather. Whether for ill or for better. Love letters scribed by loyal setters: We long for our health. Wine stained teeth and free range beef....
View ArticleThe Sum of Small Parts
I am the makeup of freshly dead heritage, This only proves my merit-age. Bikes for carriages; we ride through lonely skyscrapers. Sitting amongst crumpled papers and beer chasers, Getting wasted is...
View ArticleFrozen Life
Frozen face, Rest of me layered like an onion, On track-tragen, Zen composer, it gets colder, Every day here on out, Nights we don’t leave the house. Lights tell us the season, I can see other...
View ArticleCollege Park Cold Stroll
Still chill-tempered air looms about spines of bare brown limbs. A distant Sun present offers no reprieve with the light it gives. Standing Street signs, Power lines, And snow piled high. A winter...
View ArticlePolar Vortex Complex
Deep down in my bones I could feel the bitter cold Unlike the weather I tried to remain positive I could feel I wasn’t alone on this ill-tempered day. The other commuters were as bold Walking alone...
View ArticleAmerican Excess
The things we do New tattoo cool Trendy trading sexes Serious life decisions Free times we live in We all need an intervention What happened to happy with self? Forget what I’ve mentioned In...
View Article(Now) The Land of 10,000,000 Lakes/ Relatively Obscure
(Now) The Land of 10,000,000 Lakes By Terry Scott Niebeling Relatively Obscure; But Only Now, This year (Must’ve been the Weather) Thoughts at present Winter resentment (Had to’ve been a...
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