Biography of Jeff Gangwer
Jeff Gangwer grew up in Parkdale, Keizer, Woodburn, and Salem, Oregon. He majored in English Education and minored in American Government Education. In 2011, he began teaching English Language Arts. He enjoys movies, music, audiobooks, and stand-up comedy. He also enjoys hiking, paintball, road running, shotgun shooting, and tennis. He lives in Utah with his lovely wife, Rebeca.
Jeff Gangwer Poems
Non Sequiturs Exist...
Non sequiturs exist so we can drive to the nearest Apollo Burger restaurant
A Stolen Kiss / Buko
I kissed Megan Senter on the lips— but only because she said that I could kiss her on the cheek—
Thank You, Bixby Snyder
Even after several decades of excellence, I still think that Bixby Snyder's line, "I'd buy that for a dollar! " is the greatest line in cinematic history
I Grew Up Watching Ed O'neill
I grew up watching Ed O'Neill, but I only knew him as Al Bundy— one of the most remarkably unremarkable protagonists in the sordid history of Fox television sitcoms:
Days And Games
I remember days and games in the city— Kick the Can and Capture the Flag— peddling fiercely from Nevin's house; blasting through stop signs
Sugar And Plastic
When I was young and still hooked on sugar and plastic...
I saw my inheritance in a look that we share—
...Too Young To Know
The earliest memory of my father involves a newly-installed toilet... ...and an apple that I flushed down
My Erector Set And The Electron Guns
At gran'ma's place on the farm, I tinkered with my Erector set at the table— With nuts and with bolts
...On Cascade Dairy
I learned to work on Cascade Dairy— on the ol' Carter Homestead in Parkdale, Oregon—
In 1984...on September's fourth Sunday... ...Nancy gave birth to Jeffrey He was blue from a lack of oxygen
Workers Of The Earth
I thank the workers of the earth— those who plant and those who harvest— The same who cultivate
Are you like me? Do you enjoy the ride?
The Assassination Of Thomas Howard
Her husband rocked back and forth in his chair; He nodded, smiled, and combed back his hair. She worked merrily in her domestic activities; She knew not his crimes, nor his violent proclivities.
I Write To You
I write to you from the arch in my back—
From the bend in my frame—
From a painful spot—
From good posture's enemy
I write from the a** in my seat—
From the legs that carry;
From the knees that climb—
From the bottom—up, up, and up