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Blackbrush

Blackbrush

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Blackbrush�" -- Coleogyne ramosissimathe dominant understory shrubin the pinyon-juniper canyons.Mountain-mahogany�" -- Cercoca..
Black-capped Chickadees

Black-capped Chickadees

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Having not done the things I wanted to doand the things I've done not being what I wanted to doI sit here looking at lichen on the north side of trees..
blueberries

blueberries

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


blueberries gasoline and prostate glandbreast cancer Wonderbread and pacifiercontrolled experiment space travel and honeypeanuts inductive reasoning a..
Bone Music

Bone Music

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


1Last night dinnerwith four couplespoints out the difficulties in living togetherand apart. Even theson of a wealthy doctor, disdainful ofineb..
Brother Death

Brother Death

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Even in the last days you need clean clothes;therefore you may be found in the laundrymornings, small task against the larger oneof not breathing. Wit..
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The Burning of the Jews

The Burning of the Jews

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


It was a woodcut in our high school history text, Unit 4 Beginnings of the Modern World, that so disturbed,from the Nuremburg Chronicles depicting t..
By the Seat of the Soul's Pants

By the Seat of the Soul's Pants

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


To presume to write to someone about courageand not complaining, don't importune or make dying people cry.I've always said Leave me alone with autumn...
Cameron Diaz

Cameron Diaz

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Herpetologist meets actress (Cameron Diaz).If he's funny he's me.South America or Africa (on location).In a diamond mind.The protagonists (lovers), th..
Can poetry matter

Can poetry matter

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


In the debate between accessible and difficult poemsPoets' poems and poems for peopleOnly the single poem and private reader matterBoth kinds and anyt..
The Canopy and Economy

The Canopy and Economy

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Sun and traffic�" -- day economy.Six a.m. drive to plywood mill. Too tiredto be angry. Each day a steptoward death. What is being accomplished?..