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Here are some drafts from my journal, a small burst of mid-winter 2008 creativity.

This one is a memory from when I was an adult educator at health care facilities in the 1990's:

 

COLLECTOR OF AUTHENTIC ARROWHEADS

There isn't enough of me. The summer

night washes over this tiny town

in a hue of periwinkle. A man and a woman

hold hands on the bridge. What percentage

of night

I’m sharing a poem not written by me. This is by W. E. Butts , who, if you remember, visited Fairfield in November, 2007. His Sunday Evening at the Stardust Café was the winner of The Iowa Source Poetry Book Prize and is available on amazon.com and from 1^st World Publishers. The poem presented here originally appeared in Poetry East ’s Fall 2007 issue on “Bliss.” He reads this poem on the

Irving Toast, disembodied poet laureate from the late 1890’s, has found his favorite haunting place at KRUU-LP 100.1 FM, “The Voice of Fairfield and Beyond” on Sunday mornings at 10:30 am. CST

Though at times you may hear his ethereal jabbering wending its way through the microphone cords, his chosen earthly medium, and host of the show, is Fairfield poet Rustin Larson.

Irving, through Rustin,