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Brewery
The Mississippi to my right I bike South Broadway north to Soulard and downtown a light downhill slope and coast into a smell-wave of yeast, fermentation from stainless cylinders, brewer’s art and brewer’s science behind old brick and stone vented … Continue reading
Brick
A city lies atop a bed of this stuff; it is everywhere, easily uncovered by scratching the thin layer of top soil. The city was constructed of this stuff, mixed and shaped and kilned in reds and yellows by cheap … Continue reading
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Tagged Brick, Brick by Chance and Fortune, poetry, St. Louis, St. Louis Patina
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Soulard Market
Ancient she is, at least by American standards, but what should be a doddering old dowager is instead bursting with life, specials on tomatoes, did you thump the cantaloupes, I love those big watermelons, apples, peaches from Illinois, Oregon blueberries, … Continue reading
Mr. Carnegie’s Gift
Constructed with the profits of steel, constructed in an era of empire and imagination and progressiveness and the belief in perfection of mind, constructed with the systematic thought that imagination could be collected and rendered orderly, in beams and crossbeams … Continue reading
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Tagged Andrew Carnegie, Gilbert Cass, library, poetry, St. Louis Public Library
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Ramble in the Moonlight
Ten thousand strong we move forward in the moonlight at midnight darkness wiping our faces beginning as one but soon becoming individual drops of rain pouring rolling through deserted streets through forgotten history memory matters little in … Continue reading
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Bellefontaine: Dancing in the shadows
A city in the shadow, a counterpart where shadows walk and shadows sleep, wrapped in shadow stories a shrouded history of a search for an ocean that burgeoned into an empire a bridge to conquer a river a … Continue reading
Euclid in the rain
I walk Euclid in the sun, on a Sunday. It holds on stubbornly, this street, this bricked line of what was caterers to the families of Westminster, Maryland, McPherson, Taylor, the grand private places of Portland, Westmoreland, palaces of marbled … Continue reading
Cahokia
Smoke rising from a hundred cooking fires Voices floating from a thousand murmured conversations Earthen mounds rising like bumps on an old man’s face The fires doused the voices silenced the mounds long scraped and smoothed … Continue reading
A fine and private place
Pleasantries and manners: starched swish of crinolined skirts, shadowed by tapered candles, flickering; crystal singing on the dinner table with cigars in the parlor and soft voices in the garden; the muted clicks of carriage wheels, passing, rolling on the … Continue reading
Bluff view, looking east from Carondelet
Moving water crosses a rising sun, arched bridges bookending a dromedary of possibility. A single tugboat below barges upon waves of golden grain. This view is looking to the northeast from Bellerive Park, in Carondelet on the bluffs overlooking the Mississippi … Continue reading
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