Oskar Hansen

Oskar Hansen Poems

81. A Leonine Moment 9/1/2014
82. A Letter Sent 7/25/2013
83. A Life-Time 7/8/2015
84. A Literary Magazine 8/18/2015
85. A Literary Magazine Of The American Type 8/18/2015
86. A Litre Of Wine 11/24/2008
87. A Little Sardine 11/29/2015
88. A Lizard Sonnet 7/5/2016
89. A Lonely House 12/31/2016
90. A Long Walk 8/31/2016
91. A Look Ahead 8/13/2013
92. A Love Story 11/14/2010
93. A Love Story 1 1/18/2016
94. A Love Story Too 3/17/2014
95. A Love Story? 11/27/2010
96. A Lovers Lament 8/24/2017
97. A Man Called Anders 8/2/2011
98. A Man's Alexandria 10/24/2009
99. A Marine Story 11/25/2013
100. A Mistake And A Big Bosom 3/17/2016
101. A Modest Table 1/20/2011
102. A Moment In Time 10/13/2011
103. A Moment To Remember 6/29/2010
104. A Moral Sonnet 1 7/16/2016
105. A Moral Sonnet 11 7/16/2016
106. A Naruto 11/3/2010
107. A New Love 8/5/2015
108. A Nice Middle Class Family 2/20/2009
109. A Nice View 8/26/2013
110. A Night To Remember 12/16/2008
111. A None Writing Day 8/3/2015
112. A Note For You 11/17/2014
113. A Pair Of Brown Shoes 10/28/2014
114. A Pair Of Senryu 8/9/2011
115. A Pair Of Shoes 1/15/2014
116. A Pavement Cafe 10/4/2011
117. A Peaceful Day 9/30/2016
118. A Perfect Painting 2/22/2012
119. A Pessimistic View From A Balcony In Paris 10/21/2010
120. A Phone Call 1/21/2010
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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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