JPHart / Fiction
J.P. Hart
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- Location,
- Birthday
- December 31
- Bio
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Sleep: our paradigm/
of the universe to keep/
through a constant night
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Daybreak young bucks joust
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Antlers clash, wet flank muscle
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Sunlit snow showers, night
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nothing but blue sky
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even the half moon stood still
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night's watch, as birds fought
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magnolia fire
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as the swan swims, rain fell cold
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flowers light the pond
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*Yes. That was me at Kmart in sunglasses asking for Van Morrison's
Greatest Hits.
Pleased to meet you!
MY RECENT POSTS
- ODE: No Piano Hidden Today
May 26, 2012 01:58PM - Kafka Woke Me
May 19, 2012 09:27AM - Deeply from the Sixty-Six
May 16, 2012 08:01AM - Poem Not About Poetry
May 12, 2012 09:05AM - Dead Bird
April 29, 2012 01:15PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Thanks Gerald.
I
should have qualified the poem
as an excerpt from a
larger
5,600…”
May 27, 2012 11:32AM - “Read, rated,
bumped.”
May 26, 2012 10:36PM - “Howdy hi
gentlemen.
The older I get
the more I sit. A rain shower
rolled over
opp…”
May 26, 2012 04:06PM - “I've the annual report
here. Sky's the
limit--philosophically
and
financially!…”
May 24, 2012 08:21AM - “cool work. The image
enlightens the voila of your
words,
BD.
Hush my mouth
if mus…”
May 24, 2012 07:30AM
J.P. Hart's Links
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ODE: No Piano Hidden Today
Kafka Woke Me
I See You Are Old
I see you are old
and your thoughts young
Haiku Alphabet: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
Fiction: Easter in Dixie 1962
Walking to My Father's House
Haiku
Theater is dead
Though the matinee begins
Night's watch, and birds fought Gone again dark night
Even the half moon stood still &… Read full post »
Fiction: Road Trip in a Season of Crows
an infinite short story
A
cross the street from the Dairy Queen I espied a sea hawk. She circled ho… Read full post »
POEM: We Are Leaving
POEM: Contrarian
Fiction: Stunned Silence
There'd been a dampness through the legs up off the concrete for several days now. The weather map again swirls with layered snow squalls. And massive blizzard.
Fast sea air approaches and flails wet snow… Read full post »
POEM
Midnight Cowboy Ending / Final scene - YouTube
It is now illegal for Wisconsin taverns to distribute matches.
Who is writing these laws?
later
I suspect it is in the soil
Slow Down First
R I C E CAKES
Any Particular Day
from the collection 'The Servant Loves Sleep'
Pass the paper bag, sonny
On a Darkhorse They Did Ride
Where Jaws was Filmed
Bright red ankle skin shinned her alabaster legs, and the sun was white over here, here, high noon to the left over the beach. I fluffed the towel over her just-beginning-to-st… Read full post »
Richie Havens, Freedom, (Woodstock)
I Be
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