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Nancy has been busy lately! Here are a few
of her latest published poems! At a Conference on Nature; The Old Man on the
City Park Bench Speaks; Duck, Duck, Duck; and Lost in the Stars. on-line at http://www.jerseyworks.com At a Conference on Nature A city dweller (so known by his The speaker asked for audience input. A farm wife stood to respond. No one replied. The hush hung The Old Man on the City Park Bench Speaks "Still it's nice here, A moment later, he says again
Duck, Duck, Duck After half a block, Lost in the Stars Now, he figured it was just as well. So, the neon jet on his vacancy sign match the glass-topped bed stands. He couldn't explain the connection he saw It made him doubt progress was always good. Besides, since he wasn't close enough there was never any reason to up-date. lost in the stars.
Sue’s drum skull emptied Sue’s rising for a profit
At the Bus Stop in Fort Wayne, Indiana It came from the torn pocket of She takes off raggedy mittens, Warm seasons, she sometimes I've been watching her for months, if it's empty. A surrealistic, character prose poem A View From the Loft, Minneapolis, MN; on-line publication “Beginning to End,” Le Poème finalist, April-May 2003 Beginning to End It was when she began not remembering what was and what was not. There were the bizarre dreams, bodies falling out of chimneys, horses telling her fortune, her work pod climbing Everest. Those were okay; she knew they were dreams. But then she dreamt conversations with friends and family, ordinary conversations about everyday things. She would remember them, but not remember if they happened. Then she wasn't sure if what happened really happened; so she began to live in a sort of fugue state, not quite knowing if she were really there or really herself; and it all began to be both dream and real and she decided, finally, it didn't matter anymore. After she dreamt she died in her sleep, there was no reason to get up.
A found, list poem Red Booth Review
“Bar Notes,” Print version in eager
to lose, Beltsville,
MD, Summer 2k3 Bar Notes Food being served every day in Pub, 2nd door to the left. Steakhouse next door to the left. Steakhouse 2nd door on the right. Wel-come on in. Men's room not in service after restaurant is closed. It is our desire to keep this (women's room) as clean and sanitary as possible. If it is not, please notify one of our employees. Domestic beer will be $2.00 when DJ or band start. (Red dot) $2.75. (Blue dot) $3.00. (Green dot) $3.25. All labels are $2.50. This person (xeroxed picture) is not 21 years of age. Do not sell alcohol to him. No credit cards. Checks taken for food only. No change returned. *Notice* If you start a fight, you will be barred permanently. BARRED list as revised 5/28/97. CHARGES FILED AGAINST list. Thank you for your patronage. Dark humor FMAM Futures Mysterious Anthology Magazine, Minneapolis, MN “A Sunday Drive with Alfred,” Summer 2004 A Sunday Drive with Alfred They say the best place to hide a body is in plain sight, like the wide wooded median of a rural freeway, the steeper, the better. Less likely that meanderers will visit, and adopt-a-highway litter gatherers won’t scale a difficult slope for garbage they can’t see. Scouting out the workmanship quality of the litter patrol might prove prudent. Identify a lazy group and join in, find out where they never look, or identify an orphaned by-way and adopt it yourself. Some suggest blanketing with autumn leaves. A quick winter snowfall buries worries till spring. Others contend cold preserves far too well, while late spring’s quick green cover is followed quite conveniently by a season of heated decay. I think you should test theories with a pot roast or turkey. Shall we take the next exit?
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