Jeff Gangwer

Freshman - 504 Points (September 23,1984 / Hood River, Oregon)

Jeff Gangwer Poems

1. A Wave Of My Own Creation 5/11/2015
2. For My Polish Hotdog 5/11/2015
3. The Tired Peasant 5/11/2015
4. El Campesino Cansado 5/11/2015
5. The New Paradigm 5/11/2015
6. Two Tufts / Wrinkles And Makeup 5/11/2015
7. 'Mallows At The Coals 5/11/2015
8. Little Orange Devils 5/11/2015
9. Sometimes / Damn You 5/11/2015
10. Too Many Abuses 5/11/2015
11. Remember Me As A Moment In Time 5/11/2015
12. Beautiful Lies / Ugly Truths 5/11/2015
13. Ignition On Three Brain Cells 5/11/2015
14. The Sounds Of The House 5/11/2015
15. Soup And Salt 5/11/2015
16. It's Hard To Hate You 5/11/2015
17. Parked Motorcycles Like Big Red Buttons 5/11/2015
18. My Face 5/11/2015
19. A Drunken Buffoon 5/11/2015
20. Lost To The Darkness 5/11/2015
21. Raking Leaves 5/11/2015
22. We 5/11/2015
23. Another Bestseller 5/11/2015
24. An Apple Fell 5/11/2015
25. Everybody Stinks 5/11/2015
26. Waving To The Ugly Horse 5/11/2015
27. Misplaced Gifts 5/11/2015
28. These Doodles Help Me 5/11/2015
29. The Weeds Below 5/11/2015
30. Pioneers And Parade Floats 5/11/2015
31. On The Hook 5/11/2015
32. Doorways / Points Of Access 5/11/2015
33. Can I Just 5/11/2015
34. The Briefest Of Moments 5/11/2015
35. Crepuscular Rays 5/11/2015
36. That Scoop Of Ice Cream In The Dirt 5/11/2015
37. Three White Calla Lilies 5/11/2015
38. Tres Calas Blancas 5/11/2015
39. You’ve Heard These Afore 5/11/2015
40. A Lifetime In The Lines At Wal-Mart 5/11/2015
Best Poem of Jeff Gangwer

Together

“Together” is our new favorite word—

Together,
when water from a broken pipe
nearly floods our vinyl, kitchen floor—

Together,
when a prayer for patience
implores God to walk in with a bestowal—

Together,
when we round
the corners in our neighborhood—

Together,
when we brace ourselves
for the blistering winter elements—

Together,
when we cuddle under
thirty pounds of blankets—

Together,
when my pen digs into
the page of my notebook—

Together,
when my fingers punch the keys—
to the annoyance of the...

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'Mallows At The Coals

I watch ‘n’ rotate
these ‘mallows at the coals
‘til they yellow in the heat—
an’ brown on the stick—
proof that patience is a virtue—
an’ ‘mallows are a miracle

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