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Dawnmares (and Benvolio, learned fisherman)

By seannelson on Fri, 09 Jun 2006

dawnmares so often they start like starlight: an open night and a cheerful invite from a new pal who seems all right, and might know tricks to besparkle our night; but 2 or 3 slips from 4 to 5,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Zerse from Portland State Zuniversity

By seannelson on Mon, 05 Jun 2006

here sprawled on a posh, rolling office chair, I'm a speared bear but I still care. months ago, I fed jungle banannas to a baby elephant, now I need mythic manna to pay dorm rent. once I bulled oregon grasslands in my Ford,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Sundry Pleasures I've Seen

By seannelson on Fri, 02 Jun 2006

parked in a warm wind Desert canyon, blowing mellow smoke and swapping tall tales with Chris Siens, a fiend with a punching bag, a bong, and a fishing rod, easy Marionberry pie at a pine highway restaurant,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 18

10 Obscure Lives

By seannelson on Wed, 17 May 2006

the often lush but still blossoming student of life who, sprawled on the grass by a rushing creek in a serene forest park, would drift away into Buddha, Confucius, or Durant
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 18

@#!!COFFEE!!$^

By seannelson on Fri, 21 Apr 2006

Red berries, mixed with fat, in the hide pouches of pre-historic Indonesian warriors, the martial grinding my father made while first sunlight embraced the stars of my childhood mornings, (blurring with that stale, energetic JPR anthem)
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 18

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