Buildings erected in
1910 are becoming
harder to find.
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No Savvy, Kemo Sabe
::INSIGHT::
What we see, we have already "read" as our visual cortex filters our perceptions down through the doors of our experiences. What we read is immediately transposed perceptually to some kind of image that is compatible with our imagination. Here you will find much to read, and lots to see.
Glenn Buttkus
Glenn Buttkus
dVerse Poets
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- Midnight in Bangkok
- Solitary Red Pole
- Forgotten, Broken, Set
- It Was Over a Hundred
- Taking Flight
- It Takes A Good
- Song of the Builders
- A Trap Door In A
- To Find One of These
- Hard to Believe That
- It Continues On
- Cravings
- Seek Wet Agent
- Red Umbrella
- Rainbow
- Looking Away
- From Borough To
- Television As Patsy
- The Universe of Stars
- Married Life
- The Bones Of
- When A Pick Up
- Lovely Ghost, She
- Airboating In The Everglades
- Human Nature
- Nature Teases Nature
- Past Midnight, and the Day
- We Are Not So Tough
- Haiku 159
- Golden
- Spared
- She Considers
- Back When I Was Trapping Ginastera
- Gold Mine
- From The Harmonic
- Sad Picket Fence
- Yes, It Looked Like
- Red Barn Lost Its
- If Love Has a Library
- Bloody Shame
- I Put On a Face
- Magicicada Spp.
- These Days Blossoms Can
- Vanished
- Behold A Football Field
- They Say A Mad
- A Medieval Castle
- Who But the Giant's
- Fran's Smile
- The Way We Were
- Sedan
- The Picnic
- Kings of Siam
- History Sits Quietly
- Christ On The
- A Conquistador Perched
- Summer Debris
- Whitewash
- Closed For Renovations
- In Answer to Amy's Question What's a Pickerel
- With Each Summer
- A Window On The
- The Graying Barn
- Wandering Heart
- In the Basement of the Goodwill Store
- When Poems Vacation in Hawaii
- From Worn Autumns To
- In A Southern
- Slash and Sparkie
- Though She Looked
- Rust Can Attack
- Having Sold Everything
- The Painter
- Semi-Hi Gloss
- Waltzing Mephisto
- She Mends Me
- Weir
- Prayer at Closing Time
- Textures At a Crossroads
- Foreigners Thrive Amongst Us
- Machinery Left Outside
- The Moon
- Toulouse
- The Dinner Worry
- What She Used To Be
- Because We Spill Not Only Milk
- At Summer's End
- Sails Are Meant To Be
- Pride and Professionalism
- Diamond Plate Compliments
- By These
- Cosmetic Perjury
- Wet Paint
- The Empty Space
- Painting Over Purple
- The Hawk
- The Ordinary Weather of Summer
- An Orphan's Poem
- Along The Route Of
- I Could Improve
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1 comment:
Not too many tell you their age either! I won't even mention my age-
Some stuff here can be 300 years old. Town incorporated in 1700's- was a summer Native campground before that
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