Jeff Gangwer

Veteran Poet - 1,365 Points (September 23,1984 / Hood River, Oregon)

Jeff Gangwer Poems

1. I Write To You 3/15/2016
2. The Assassination Of Thomas Howard 3/15/2016
3. The Ride 3/15/2016
4. Workers Of The Earth 3/15/2016
5. In 1984... 3/15/2016
6. ...On Cascade Dairy 3/15/2016
7. My Erector Set And The Electron Guns 3/15/2016
8. ...Too Young To Know 3/15/2016
9. My Inheritance 3/15/2016
10. Sugar And Plastic 3/15/2016
11. Days And Games 3/17/2016
12. I Grew Up Watching Ed O'neill 3/17/2016
13. Thank You, Bixby Snyder 3/17/2016
14. A Stolen Kiss / Buko 3/17/2016
15. Non Sequiturs Exist... 3/17/2016
16. He Travels 3/17/2016
17. The Shoes / Hitting The Pavement 3/17/2016
18. A Mission...A Will...And A Hope 3/17/2016
19. Returns / Departures 3/17/2016
20. Our Past 3/17/2016
21. America 3/17/2016
22. Pequeñas Fiestas 3/17/2016
23. Porn Mags And Tabloid Television 3/17/2016
24. An Ode To Georgie 3/17/2016
25. A Grim Connection 3/17/2016
26. Hip Hop 3/17/2016
27. Tongues At Work / Liquid Swords 3/17/2016
28. ...A Baby Was Birthed 3/17/2016
29. Festivus Celebrations In Room 7 3/17/2016
30. I Love The Seventh Grade 3/17/2016
31. Dylan B***s 3/17/2016
32. ...Like Doctor Evil 3/17/2016
33. Four Corners 3/17/2016
34. Teaching Is A Privilege 3/17/2016
35. The Eye Crud, The Sleepy Dirt 3/18/2016
36. Two Horses / Together In A Harness 3/18/2016
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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.
They spoke not a word—their two children nearby,
Running and hiding—not yet knowing "goodbye."
She straightened her apron; he lit his cigar—
Husband and wife—admiration from afar.
Amid laughter and frolic—the children at play—
Thomas stood from his chair and looked with dismay:

A "friend" had arrived—cowardly and young—
Coy and speaking with ...

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...On Cascade Dairy

I learned to work on Cascade Dairy—
on the ol' Carter Homestead
in Parkdale, Oregon—

On a farm that sat eleven miles
as the crow flies from
the base of Mount Hood—

The tallest mountain in the whole state—

The best place for a poet to begin an odyssey....

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