The problem with parallel universes is there is no such thing as parallel anything. I mean, just stand in the middle of a Montana highway and look. Two white lines that, up close and personal, look like they are parallel and exactly twenty-five feet apart. But look really, really close and you see that these … Continue reading Parallel Means Someday the USA gets more Trumped
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A Genie Comes Out
I had never out-bottled before. It was five thousand three hundred and seven years, one hundred and forty-two days. And nothing. Then one day, as I was marking day one hundred and forty-two on the calendar, I hear ‘scrape, scrape, scrape.’ And I am like “Eureka! Summoned at last.” In hindsight, it probably would have … Continue reading A Genie Comes Out
A Worry of Stone
Under these mountains— murmuring stream glint, tumble soil and sand. Fret
The History Club Plans a Field Trip
Twenty-first century Americans often forget just how shallow, historically speaking, our tenure in these plains, river valleys, and mountains is. We speak of our land, our home, our way of life, forgetting that this land was home to people long before our grandfathers came looking for furs and gold. We forget that these people had … Continue reading The History Club Plans a Field Trip
Hogs to Houston
The word "haul" reminds me of Maine, a place I have never been, and California, a place I visited once because I was in love, and Arizona, a place where I worked out of the back of a hotel for the Feds, and Maryland, a place I lived for many, many years. Most of us … Continue reading Hogs to Houston
My, How the Words Rushed By!
Though they came at me they would not stop. “You will not pay attention,” they said. “You have been attending one stopping at the hospital,” they taunted. “Have you no respect!?” They arrived and fled in one motion. I caught and held one a moment, but it was “Rushed” and would not give even its … Continue reading My, How the Words Rushed By!
To every Season Turn
Churn yearn spurn learn discern concern turn adjourn urn burn.
The Last Worst Place
Toxic The only place I have seen death is in Hospitals. There is an inefficiency of death there. But a darkness of hope for those who will live yet beyond the walls, who look out on the Old Fan Mountain where they will walk again, out on the sun-silver water of the Madison where they … Continue reading The Last Worst Place
Jabberwocky by Lewis Carol
The Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll is a poem of warning. Perhaps there is an irony in it for us today, with our suspicions of the sort of person Carroll may have been. But, it is still a lovely, lively nonsense. For some reason, I read this poem as boy hero against an adult female monster, … Continue reading Jabberwocky by Lewis Carol
Do Not Go Gentle
One cannot feel betrayed by the horse he draws. It's the only horse he has for the ride. And the eight seconds are never enough at this rodeo. A flash in the eternities and it is over, the pickup rider is easing you over the rump of his appaloosa pony, and you are walking out … Continue reading Do Not Go Gentle
Home of Have, Poems by Lee Robison 