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Iron Wheels

As I push the heavily loaded cart with sacks of concrete across the shopping center parking lot, its iron wheels threaten the asphalt, already softened by an oppressive sun.  At my truck, I lift each dusty sack onto the open… Read More »Iron Wheels

One Star Too Many

Sitting comfortably in a tubful of steamy water,sipping a cold beer,I read my former teacher GeraldLocklin’s little red chapbook, The Iceberg Theory & Other Poems.Halfway through, I come acrossthe poem, “Sedation Time.”Gerry is having trouble fallingasleep in his hotel room,… Read More »One Star Too Many