Tag Archives: Minneapolis
No More Hints
Strong evidence of tobacco use on the corner outside the library. I should know. Have checked out for five all but one year of my life in this town. A red Q on this book cover is no longer a … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Pace Off
The mayor declares no more skyways. Till what? We learn how to design the perfect compass for indoor air? Now that I know my way around up there after two decades, I will not give them up. A hybrid walk … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Blanks
The public safety building skyway has nothing in its display case. No hint of what got abandoned, what could become enclosed in glass. She could start over. Wind her way through 7+ miles of second floor passageways. Could comment on … Continue reading
Filed under Afternoon Poems
Channels
This is no Big Sur, Dingle Peninsula, Wasque— this is somewhere in the middle. A river that has starred as the main character in novels, caused cities to be built, become a final stop for the tormented and despairing. It … Continue reading
Filed under Day Poems
Where’s the Frozen River?
I sit beneath a painting of Kerouac in thick shades of gray and try to digest the fact that I am older than he will ever be. I should be so privileged to pass Emily and Virginia. I’ll prefer mine … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems
Downtown Serenity Hour
Today’s investigation, a brand new skyway smells like a new car with music seeping through its air vents. It takes me through a different artery in the maze. Roots grow to the first floor becomes a pink lit W Hotel … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
They Call It Prohibition
I dream of sipping espresso from a tiny ceramic cup in a hotel bar high above the streets and skyway. And I tower over a city that dreams bigger than it looks. They call it Prohibition—it’s not illegal for an … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Latitudes Off Kilter
Close enough is never enough to align your hips with my waist no matter how long I ride this train going south. I overshoot the dream by a zone or two. It’s up to me to make adjustments. In your … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems, Overnight Poems
Dear Miss
The poetry’s in the unconsummation and this latitude we almost finally share.
Filed under Morning Poems
Realia
It smells ripe today—the river. Hope its wreaking havoc is done by the time those waters flow over your bed, against your banks, under other bridges sturdy so far.
Filed under Afternoon Poems
