A writer, off and on, for some time, I came back to poetry about ten years ago, when I became a member of the Iowa Poetry Association. I belong to a crazy, diverse bunch of poets called The Society of Great River Poets, centered in Burlington, Iowa, on the Mississippi. So, the joke is, the adjective great can refer either to the river or the poets, or, I choose to believe, to both. We have members from a fifty mile radius, including parts of eastern Iowa and western Illinois. Received top award (Edgar) in Oak Hill Poetry Contest, Edgar Lee Masters' Day, June 4,2005.
I am a life-long resident of Iowa.
I want to sit at the kids' table again
to eat turkey and dressing,
pumpkin pie with real whipped cream,
mashed potatoes and gravy
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I am an abandoned cup of coffee
left behind by a lover, gone on
to others, forgetting my heat
and the richness of my taste.
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Thanksgiving came early
in the year twenty-o0one.
September 12th found me alive
as the world turned towards God.
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