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Poetry: Doomsday

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By Grayce Scholt Aug 2011

My right foot falling
on a forest floor
destroys ten thousand
living things;
I'm war machine
to worms and
wings.

I stand as only I can stand,
not like the crane who curls
one leg beneath its...

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Poetry: tuesday, august 23, 2011, flint, michigan

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By kj hooten Aug 2011

did my point seven mile — each way — stint to the post office
this morning
through quiet city streets
lined with well coiffed end-of-summer lawns
quietly displaying pink and red and white...

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Poetry: Hide/Seek, Revisited

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By Grayce Scholt Jul 2011

The vineyard hadn't changed
when I returned. The same green vines
were there, though thicker hanging,
the same unpainted poles,
though lower leaning.

I searched the tangled tendrils
for purple...

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Poetry: I’m not a fan, but I did pay attention, once

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By KJ Hooten Jul 2011

my bedroom is a public room
it houses two bookcases
floor to near ceiling

it has a big soft chair
what used to be called a club chair
(whatever that means)
when my grandfather used it
an uncle on...

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Poetry: Portrait of fisherman at twilight

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By Grayce Scholt Jun 2011

Somewhere on a box in the basement
is a note that says "To sort." It's where
the scraps of life long past are stuffed.
My father's in there somewhere
standing by a poplar stump.
He's cleaning...

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Poetry: 85 degrees Fahrenheit

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By KJ Hooten Jun 2011

Closing the door on the silent house
I step outside into the newly green
Bird noisy day
To go for a walk

I look at the grass and trees
Some bushes have broken out in huge deep pink blossoms
Almost...

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Poetry: I spent my morning counting miracles

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By Grayce Scholt May 2011

I spent my morning counting miracles:
how I am held in gravity's sweet force
in spite of earth's twice-spinning rings —
how can that be?

or that the sun's quadrillion
heat degrees have never...

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Poetry: Commencements

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By Grayce Scholt Apr 2011

Into each other's state we pass,
showing visas, paying coins;
at this gray gate
our countries meet
though no lands join;
our height is noted only
in the towers that top
the pilings deep beneath the...

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