Oskar Hansen


Oskar Hansen Poems

41. A Different Sonnet 1/17/2016
42. A Dog Called America 9/13/2013
43. A Dog For Sale 8/27/2013
44. A Dream Called Israel 6/19/2015
45. A Fable 1/15/2011
46. A Fable 2 5/28/2016
47. A Farming Couple 8/17/2015
48. A Female Pedophiliac 7/3/2012
49. A Fine Film Of Sadness 5/16/2010
50. A Flat In Town 6/8/2016
51. A French Visit 8/28/2012
52. A Friend In Need 4/19/2013
53. A Glass Of Wine 3/10/2013
54. A Hole In The Sky 3/8/2016
55. A Horse Story 6/22/2015
56. A Housewife In Alexandria 10/20/2009
57. A Kinda Love Story 2/25/2011
58. A Lady Unknown 4/28/2013
59. A Lady´s Handbag 7/12/2013
60. A Landscape 12/11/2008
61. A Leonine Moment 9/1/2014
62. A Letter Sent 7/25/2013
63. A Life-Time 7/8/2015
64. A Literary Magazine 8/18/2015
65. A Literary Magazine Of The American Type 8/18/2015
66. A Litre Of Wine 11/24/2008
67. A Little Sardine 11/29/2015
68. A Look Ahead 8/13/2013
69. A Love Story 11/14/2010
70. A Love Story 1 1/18/2016
71. A Love Story Too 3/17/2014
72. A Love Story? 11/27/2010
73. A Man Called Anders 8/2/2011
74. A Man's Alexandria 10/24/2009
75. A Marine Story 11/25/2013
76. A Mistake And A Big Bosom 3/17/2016
77. A Modest Table 1/20/2011
78. A Moment In Time 10/13/2011
79. A Moment To Remember 6/29/2010
80. A Naruto 11/3/2010
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...And It Was Her Summer

…And It Was Her Summer


“Go back to the children’s home, she said I have no work and
can’t afford to keep you” Late June afternoon she sat on a bench
with a man I didn’t know. The man smiled I didn’t like him, but
took the coins he gave me to buy an ice –cream for; I was still
hanging about so mother got up and slapped me across the face.
”Get lost you stupid boy! ” My face was burning I threw the coins
into the lake and ran away. When I stopped running it was night
and I could see sheep in a field, I was tired and cold, thought of
seeking shelter in a...

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A Cigarette

A Cigarette


Dawn, yes and the mist, what else do you
expect on lake Martin early and summer?
Swamp cypress dripping with Spanish moss.
I have stopped rowing, water swirling around
Oar blades, the silence is absolute I dare not
Inhale, a bird shrieks, the lake shudders

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