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
Filed under Afternoon Poems, Morning Poems, Night Poems
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
Filed under Morning Poems
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
Filed under Overnight Poems
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
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
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
Filed under Afternoon Poems
