Tag Archives: Saint Anthony Falls

Mud Character

Multistory projections crowd her view of the river before bottom dwellers came to divide it into chapters—a beginning, middle, end, begin again in layers over the only naturally occurring falls. A narrative—perpetual and more powerful than a light show or … Continue reading

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Everything Else Is Frozen Sonnet

On the Third Avenue Bridge over the only spot where river flow can still be seen, I let go of the last trace of your voice—recording of how I don’t want to remember you erased. What’s left are those moments … Continue reading

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Farewell Aughts

What began east of the Mississippi (a mile or two) ends west of it (a mile or two). The living  between has crossed bridges, barely without jumping, has crossed  a god (or two). Frozen but for the falls, it doesn’t … Continue reading

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Adaptive Reuser

Positioned on a bald hilltop, this old building calls itself precious. Everyone she knows  is too afraid to touch it. She’s positioned aloft, precious  over the river—everyone is too afraid  to touch her. Water moves only over falls. Winter has … Continue reading

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What Wants to Be Found

Not marble, shale, leftover concrete, pieces of a letter her grandmother wrote the summer before she died.  An article on the history of Saint Anthony Falls, milling along the mighty river, grain refined into flour, torn photos revealing explosions  about … Continue reading

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Mississippi River Dirge

Mixed bouquets from a private garden sold at a farmer’s market stall Thursdays on the mall—one secured  with elastic and string to the bridge’s southeast rail and a note. I can’t make  out any words save you and peace. His … Continue reading

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