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Category Archives: Poems
I sit on Millionaire’s Row
I sit on Millionaire’s Row, what’s left of it, my German accent barely noticeable, the cries from parades of grief moving through my doors now calmed. I sit in a magnificent silence, the only sounds the chips of mortar chisels, … Continue reading
More than a memory
Dewey defeated Truman here, or so the paper said, the one held up by a triumphant smile at the back of a rail car. Millions had blurred through in war-time urgency, not seeing a future of biking rails, not rail … Continue reading
Symbol
In hot sunshine’s last gleaming it rests, this nod to the past, this hope to a future that didn’t happen except in imaginations, and dreams, but it sits nonetheless, a stately repose as its necklace of pods carry us upward … Continue reading
Feeding koi
Flashes, splashes of gold orange yellow white black punctuated by plaintive open mouths, jostling and competing for bits of compacted pellets (25 cents per serving) (what a deal) (even if of unknown nutritional value) delighting both a child and the … Continue reading
St. Augustine
It is a rock upon which he built his church and this rock you hear me of brown brick and towers and turrets distinctly Romanesque constructed when church buildings were made to look like Mt. Sinai of the hood afloat … Continue reading
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The Cathedral of St. Louis
It faces east, this stadium, this cathedral where Cardinal Nation worships. It faces east not because of Mecca or Jerusalem but because of New York and Philadelphia and Boston and all the other great and original cathedrals where Nations worship. … Continue reading
Tuesday in the Rain
Early morning but still night, thick laden clouds blocking any vestige of first sunrise, and the drops pour on Forest Park. It’s 6:42 a.m., and the rain erases lane dividers on Skinker Boulevard, transforming the street into a river of … Continue reading
When Cities Still Dreamed
Erected in an explosion of growth and opportunity, it was Neo-Gothic optimism announcing itself, if not its host, to the world. Steam and diesel propelled and pushed and pulled millions through its platforms and gates, a paroxysm of humanity eating … Continue reading
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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