Author: aldegenova
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After the Teacher
for Norbert I built a crude altar old bricks and white stones for the sculpture that gently bubbles, the sound of water in my garden – like Basho’s frog jumping in, you’d like that. Yet with morning coffee in one hand and your book in the other I hear lawn mowers, airplanes, and car engines
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Jensen’s Great Poem, an essay about The Clearing School and Norbert Blei
(My friend and mentor Norbert Blei had asked me to write an essay about my experience at The Clearing Folk School in Ellison Bay, Wisc., for a book he was working on about the school, Jens Jensen the founder of the school, and his 40-year tenure as writer-in-residence at The Clearing. Norb died this past
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Thanksgiving Poem
Young buck drags ……….his hindquarters – eyes for escape – ………across the unlit road. The car ahead ………had swerved, pulled …off the road our friends out of their car ………shaking, pacing, Oh Jeez! Oh Jeez! in a field, behind ………the struggling, the useless legs. Call the police. An accident. Flashlight. A shot. Heaving steamy breath.
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e-poets network
e-poets.net/Book of Voices/Featured Artist Click here to here recordings of Albert DeGenova reading eight of his signature poems.
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Contemporary Haibun Online
December 31, 2010, Vol 6, No 4 “Postcard from Berlin” click here “Postcard from Milan” click here “Postcard from Washington Island, Wisconsin” click here