Jeff Gangwer

Rookie - 274 Points (September 23,1984 / Hood River, Oregon)

Jeff Gangwer Poems

1. "...A Final Glimpse Of The Last Ebb Tide&Quot; 4/25/2014
2. The Ride 6/25/2014
3. Workers Of The Earth 6/25/2014
4. "In The Year 1984...&Quot; 6/25/2014
5. "...On Cascade Dairy&Quot; 6/25/2014
6. My Erector Set / The Electron Guns 6/25/2014
7. Sugars And Plastics 6/25/2014
8. Advancing The Wheel Lines 6/25/2014
9. Feeding The Calves 6/25/2014
10. Milking The Heifers 6/25/2014
11. Days And Games 6/25/2014
12. A Stolen Kiss / &Quot;Buko&Quot; 6/26/2014
13. I Write To You 6/26/2014
14. Man Boobs 6/26/2014
15. I Grew Up Watching Ed O'Neill 6/26/2014
16. Thank You, Bixby Snyder 6/26/2014
17. "...Too Young To Know&Quot; 6/26/2014
18. Inheritance 6/26/2014
19. The Shoes Hit The Pavement 6/26/2014
20. A Simple Ode To George Carlin 6/30/2014
21. A Grim Connection 6/30/2014
22. Hip Hop 6/30/2014
23. Tongues At Work / Liquid Swords 6/30/2014
24. "Dolphin&Quot; 6/30/2014
25. Dylan Bales 6/30/2014
26. "...Like Doctor Evil&Quot; 6/30/2014
27. Four Corners 6/30/2014
28. Festivus Celebrations In Room 7 6/30/2014
29. The Assassination Of Thomas Howard 6/30/2014
30. Constancy 4/25/2014
31. Stansbury Stars 4/25/2014
32. Our Past 6/30/2014
33. Joseph Malins Was Right 7/2/2014
34. Intestinal Worms And Top Ramen Noodles 7/2/2014
35. "...Like A Broken Rec—&Quot; 7/2/2014
36. "Boring&Quot; And &Quot;Awesome&Quot; 7/5/2014
37. The Boy In The Boots 7/5/2014
38. The Boy In The Chair 7/5/2014
39. A Real Circus 7/5/2014
40. "...A Season Of Peace&Quot; 7/5/2014
Best Poem of Jeff Gangwer

Returns / Departures

I've noticed,
in travels of my own,
that seemingly,
my returns
are never as long—
and never as arduous—
as my departures—
what we might call
a strange inequality in traveling—
in coming and in going—
and in mine,
I've asked my fellows,
on planes
or on shuttles,
and to my delight,
I've learned
that most of them feel the same way—
that our returns are easier
than our departures

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Stansbury Stars

I look up into a clear night sky
And thank God for the
Stansbury Stars

Stellar masses—
Brilliant spheres—
Plasma, glued with gravity

They are wondrous, untouchable

To fly and move with those stars must be God’s greatest adventure

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