Long Midwestern Poems

It's hard to think in Either-Or Deductive,
while speaking and acting in Both-And Inductive.

For example,
If my Brother is kind and loving
(and he usually is),
and really not all that judgmental and condemning
with his wife and kids especially...

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I grew up and out on a four family-owned,
and cooperatively-organized,
extended matriarchal farm.

Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses,
without substantial questions about who should wear pants,
yet with a surprising matriarchal cooperative understory.

The boxers outnumbered the...

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The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence Chapter L.A.

I like to think of [the habit] as a bonfire or a lighthouse, so that light can shine out into places where there are no resources and there isn’t...

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Theology is insufficient for spiritual experience
because systematic theory offers no satisfactory substitute
for a hug.

I was far too young
to understand how I am different
from white patriarchal dreams
of MidWestern U.S. 1950's vintage.

Dying family farm communities
were also too...

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FRENCH GIRLS  


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I think about how to defend and protect
conservative MidWestern  and Southern women
from MeFirst grabby pastors 
and bosses,
bullies almost all growed up
within Patriarchal-Dominant root systems.

It must be difficult
for GoodNews nurturing Matriarchs
to take on religious education...

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“ Did I ever tell you, you are my hero? 
  Did I ever tell you, you are everything 
  I wanted to be?
  For, I can fly higher than an eagle,
...

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“Deep, deep, deep. Listen and hear our faint gait.
Sanitation, fluorescent lights, and a PC pillow for smother.
Agree! Agree! Atone! Suck it in and suff-o-cate.
White-ness. Black. Ev’ry creed, faith, and color. Listen to Nanny State and...

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Dear Griffin,
 I clearly remember the first time we met. Jim had brought you at all of
four months of age to my families summer reunion. You were shy with
those striking bi-eyes and those massive white...

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A frigid December night in a somewhere Midwest town,
He'd been out late on some errands, buying stuff he needed;
Came home dog-tired, ready to shower and stretch,
Put his key in the door, and received
  ...

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Exit gate C opened up,
And the followers flood
Turnstiles overcrowding,
And fallen ticket stubs
A namesake for the estate
Just off of 23,
On the way to my place
In the southern United States
We've been distant, 
More than I envisioned,
But I...

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"I have to get to Key West!"
Said Brian through the car window
To no one but the expanse of sea
Outside.

Though everyone in the car heard him.
"We're moving in the opposite direction,"
Said Jane, her eyes lowered to...

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A family portrait lies in the middle of the street
amongst cars now upside down;
Piles of rubbish as far as the eyes can see
in what once was a Midwestern town.

Sirens blasts preceded the train-like roar
by only...

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You might say I have a young mind, a budding spirit,
Not enough experience, not enough heartbreak, 
No calluses to show off roughened edges
 But,

These are the things that I know:

I know that Jack ran off...

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When ceilings were cast on dreams
air thickened, swelling lungs 
with unbreathable mediocrity

pen is clutched
in reluctance of dim witted judgement,
small minded skewed views,
all pushing towards 
Oprah Book Club fame
under a midwestern bubble.
That trophy would shine 
like...

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2:30 in the morning 
All normal people are asleep 
Raining down in South Dakota 
Driving up from I-35

Miles of Midwestern highway 
Cornfields connecting towns 
A lonely asphalt signature 
Writing lines of indifference 

Telling stories through...

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The golden grain stretched out like sheets
upon the Kansas plain, like birthright,  innocent
behind the festered sun.
Some were unaware of upstarts 
in the rolling Minnesota countryside,
defiant to the blistering avalanche of corn.

There were the sidewise...

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Chicago, Illinois was his birthplace.
He was a man of the white race.
A move to a small midwestern town,
And an idea for a famous street formed in his crown.

In school, he realized he loved to draw,
Beautiful...

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our angel who sleeps so peacefully there
the foundation that supports all our lives
no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs

hands that can play Amazing Grace with flair
a melody that will lift and suprise
our angel who sleeps...

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I hear your voice;
standard American,
perfectly Midwestern,
nothing out of the ordinary.

Enchanted, I want more:
I press play, I press pause;
I rewind, and repeat.
My eyes rest on your horn-rimmed glasses,
on the lines around your smile,
on your salt and...

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A modern nursery rhyme


Jack and Jillian were sweethearts
They lived on a midwestern farm
Ravaged by drought one summer
Lack of water sounded the alarm

So they set out to fetch a bucket
At a spring not too far from...

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I really enjoy watching old episodes of the early westerns like the Roy Rogers & Dale Evans program, I'm reminded of how honest and unmolested the Midwestern United States was back in the 1940s and...

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Cinderella Damselfly was inspired as she clung to the Nebraska wheat
her sparkly filigree wings were dazzled with Midwestern dew.
she clung to the stalk in a desperate lonely ignored women’s way.
her empathy felt that something marvelous...

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The field of lost souls
By Kevin Robey
May 30, 2014

You can't assist my suicide 
You cannot teach these wings to fly
But I still see you trying hard
Been here before; your hands are scarred 

I'm leaning in...

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