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Mr. Mann Sails on Home | john mann poems

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Smoke 'em if you got 'em. March 31, 2015. Mr Mann Sails on Home. Faster than a speeding ship. He walks upon the water. We name you according. To your steps upon our. Eyes hands heart. One. Two three essence. On shore,. Up at the cliff edge,. A tendril of desire. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Wisdom Comes to Mr. Mann, But Somewhat Late →. Any Questions, Mr. Mann? No Useful Moves Detected, Mr. Mann. Names Are Arbitrary, Mr. Mann Claims. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.

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Among Horses | john mann poems

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Smoke 'em if you got 'em. March 25, 2015. Snouts push and jerk back,. Ears spring forward,. Manes disheveled and unpulled. Fill the air around her body. They yearn to put nostrils upon her,. With hands so miraculous. They can hold grass or grain,. Or some unseen marvel, for these. Are fillies eager to smell. All the salt savor of the world,. Get their lips upon her mane. Of chocolate hair, pull with young teeth. Her purple shirt and nuzzle the sweat. Pooling at her chin’s crease. From an overflowing bowl.

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Breath | john mann poems

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Smoke 'em if you got 'em. June 7, 2015. Green bursting from a skin of brown. First daffodil risking the frost of March. Your body bursts from its skin of sleep. It was nightmare, or pain digging. Your earth like a twisted root. Now your breast rises and falls. Slowly with breath, a field of moon-. White flowers when the wind goes. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Shooting the Sun →. Any Questions, Mr. Mann? No Useful Moves Detected, Mr. Mann. Names Are Arbitrary, Mr. Mann Claims. I May Be Some Time.

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He Awaits the Results | john mann poems

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Smoke 'em if you got 'em. May 16, 2015. He Awaits the Results. He sits in the waiting room. Of his life. The birds halt. Their song. Crickets absent. Themselves. There is no season. On his bike he is riding. In place. The landscape. Speeds by in the same loop. Over and over the past. Examines itself. The weasel. Stares and stares. He can’t. See him. He can’t hear. The arm of change lowers. The lake reflects itself. The body is its own kindling. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Follow Blog via Email.

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Put Away Your Toys, Mr. Mann | john mann poems

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Smoke 'em if you got 'em. June 22, 2015. Put Away Your Toys, Mr. Mann. Hopalong Cassidy dresses in black plastic. He wears a hard black hat and sits. On a white horse named Topper. His ears are broken off. Run your fingers over the jagged edges. Cars in reds and blues whir tiny wheels. Across a barrier of ether. Press them against. The macadam melting in August heat. You can print a hand in tar, bounce. Wooden arrows off the trunk of a pin oak. Play baseball all the way into dark. Enter your comment here.

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Handel | john mann poems

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Smoke 'em if you got 'em. April 29, 2015. Opera is a bright gem. In London’s crown. Here, anything can sing. My friends smile to see me. The servants are kind. And help me write. I will never go back to Saxony,. Even when my eyes begin to fail. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Wisdom Comes to Mr. Mann, But Somewhat Late. He Awaits the Results →. Any Questions, Mr. Mann? No Useful Moves Detected, Mr. Mann. Names Are Arbitrary, Mr. Mann Claims. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.

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Words | john mann poems

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Smoke 'em if you got 'em. May 24, 2015. These words could suspend. My beloved in space,. Keep her here forever. I can make a liturgy. Of the names, as. Lightning, moonburst,. And chant and her flesh. Will whisper its answer. Appaloosa, tango, sundial,. As if life could be. A bright book of words,. As if we were the ones. Appointed to turn its pages. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. He Awaits the Results. Any Questions, Mr. Mann? No Useful Moves Detected, Mr. Mann. May 25, 2015 at 7:55 am.

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Please Swipe Again, Mr. Mann | john mann poems

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Smoke 'em if you got 'em. July 7, 2015. Please Swipe Again, Mr. Mann. At the top of his life. A white arrow in green. Points down. He empties. His pockets in front of. The turnstile. Here is a flip. Phone tuned to the stars. A card in three plastic colors. Blessed by the state. Two used-up tickets to ride. You can grab a list of things. To buy at any store on the avenue. This key may open some door. In the world. Get down. On your knees with him,. O passerby. Genuflect. Howl once or twice.

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Sarah's writing journal: 04/01/2010 - 05/01/2010

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Thursday, April 29, 2010. ON NEVER GIVING UP. OK, so we all probably know that not getting desperate about rejection is one of the key traits a writer needs. One of my heroines, Maya Angelou, said: "We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated.". And one of the best ways to learn anything is to practice. Anyway, my last attempt was in 2006 as I blogged about here. This is my pumpkin then. NO! Not the big one, the little one hiding behind. And so, let me introduce this year's baby . AND she's...