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prose-poems · 8 years
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Hello Friends,
I've moved my poetry over to "Miner/Poet," a new account that will hopefully see many more works in the future.
Thank you so much for reading!
- Ross
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21 August 2016
Bethesda, MD
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prose-poems · 8 years
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prose-poems · 10 years
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The feeling I have when I know there's something I ought to remember.
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prose-poems · 10 years
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My friend, Marshall, sent me an article about "ultraconserved" words – twenty-three words that have remained unchanged, resisting "linguistic weathering," for nearly fifteen thousand years.  This poem, "Unweathered," uses fifteen of them.
You can read the article below.
http://m.washingtonpost.com/national/health-science/linguists-identify-15000-year-old-ultraconserved-words/2013/05/06/a02e3a14-b427-11e2-9a98-4be1688d7d84_story.html
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prose-poems · 10 years
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Poetry like the belligerent drunk at the end of the bar, breaking his line of thought at surprising places.  Hinting at former glory.
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prose-poems · 10 years
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A villanelle. 
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prose-poems · 10 years
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Grace under pressure
Ernest Hemmingway
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prose-poems · 10 years
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A short poem about a short phenomenon.
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prose-poems · 11 years
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prose-poems · 11 years
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prose-poems · 11 years
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A Little Doggerel
I’ve only been in Love but once: in Lust were all the rest, though Lust itself has clever ways to move a young man’s chest.
It makes him say, “Yes! She’s the one to whom I do belong.” Happily in Lust is he, ‘til another comes along.
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prose-poems · 11 years
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Day Two of my apprenticeship under Robert Pinsky's Singing School.  Today's poem is a response to the assignment accompanying Marianne Moore's "Silence."
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prose-poems · 11 years
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I've started reading Robert Pinsky's Singing School, which is an anthology that doubles as a self-directed course in writing poetry.  This poem is an exercise based off of Pinsky's introduction to Frank O'Hara's "Why I Am Not a Painter."
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prose-poems · 11 years
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Sati is the now-banned tradition of Hindu widows throwing themselves upon their husbands’ funeral pyres. The act is difficult to comprehend, yet while thinking of it in reverse, I was reminded of the Ramayana, wherein Rama’s wife Sita emerges from the flames unscathed.
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prose-poems · 11 years
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Like many other poets, I often worry my work won't measure up to "The Greats;" and so, for the longest time, I cringed at the appellation "Minor Poet."  Now, I've realized the freedom that comes with being a minor poet: since no one is expecting great, earth-shattering works from us, we can write what we want.  
And isn't it often the case that great, earth-shattering things come from the places and people we least expect?   
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prose-poems · 11 years
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"Mine is, after"
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