Best Minneapolis Poems

Where are my old white corsets
  Right next to your candy cigarettes

Hey! We didn't get today's edition of 'Grit'
  It's canceled. They use...

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Prayers descend like acid rain from 
oligarch-soaked manchurians, stumping 
for elected office, praising hybrid 
demigods, passing out vouchers to the 
peasants.

A slow rumbling-
 part of...

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Native, Liteskin, sun kissed
smiles
sit, talk, get to know me 
a while
for I am not my skin and 
even though the tan pigment
runs deep
I am my...

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The Senators felt it was time to leave DC.
They sought a new home in another part of the country.
No team had ever had such bad...

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...early Spring walk around 3.2mi. Lake Calhoun...so named after controversial industrialist sotten with checkered past...movement underway to return name to Native American Dakota "Bde Maka...

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Written By:  D. Collins 1/5/2018

We are taking no shorts on this time around.
Respect will be given when we roll into town.
Empathy is what they...

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branch        burdened with snow

           long winter

  ...

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As the Miami Beach sun was hot, 
you said that I was lying in your spot.
You got my attention from that very first look.
Just one...

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Overflow of the waters of Lake Itaska
You carry your wealth to the waiting world, 
Mighty Mississippi, half savior, half sewer, 
Plant and animal wastes, dissolved...

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Chapter 10: Modern Dams & Locks

A highpoint of our whole trip, a lock and dam,
Originally St. Anthony Falls in Minneapolis - St. Paul.
Can you imagine...

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....happening a few hours north and west of where I live in Minneapolis


Bulldozers pushed earth into mounded walls all along the watchtower. 

Wild Sunflowers, roots...

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inside llewyn davis a chilly hollow faint heartbeat
couches ripe for self-pity's starlit sleepless night
oh freres coen what happened to
four in the morning cold baked beans
rapping...

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Old Mississippi 
Old Mississippi run, run, run
But she don’t talk all she does is run
Old Mississippi run, run, run
 The keeper of many secrets but...

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I once traveled around the U. S. on a Greyhound bus,
My wife thought I was crazy, but she made little fuss,
It was, by far, the...

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I remember one night last winter when we thought it was snow falling, but we were wrong. It was ice.

We went out that night and...

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