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Doug Anderson: Anonymous from the Han Dynasty

What a relief to sit by the waterfall
and let my mind go like this, each thought
a bubble rising from the bottom of a pond

November 19, 2020 · 2 Comments

Video: My Journey from Marine to Actor — Adam Driver

Before he fought in the galactic battles of Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Adam Driver was a United States Marine with 1/1 Weapons Company. He tells the story of how and why he became a Marine, the complex transition from soldier to civilian — and Arts in the Armed Forces, his nonprofit that brings theater to the military. Followed by a spirited performance of Marco Ramirez’s “I am not Batman” by Jesse J. Perez and Matt Johnson.

November 18, 2020 · 1 Comment

Doug Anderson: To Love Like This

To love like this…

October 31, 2020 · 1 Comment

Doug Anderson: Prancing

I remember sitting on the sofa in my grandparent’s house–my day care center–watching television with my grandfather.

October 8, 2020 · 1 Comment

Doug Anderson: Green Fire

When the captain got old
and sick, he had the same
nightmare every night

September 10, 2020 · 3 Comments

Doug Anderson: Tucson, 1964

I’d been up all night with a broken heart and saw him.
Skull deformed, one eye larger than the other.
Then back in his truck and gone before the rest of us were up.

August 20, 2020 · 1 Comment

Doug Anderson: My mind is weighted toward sorrow

My mind is weighted toward sorrow
and I feel unbalanced when I walk.
There are old rooms there, certainly,
that I’ve now abandoned, with their coffee spills
and unmade beds…

July 30, 2020 · 3 Comments

Doug Anderson: Illness

there’s nothing
but being lost in the wind

July 14, 2020 · 1 Comment

Doug Anderson: The Dictator

He built a wall around himself and demanded
that his image be painted on the inside of the wall
looking back so he could imagine the shouts
on the outside were cheers for him

June 6, 2020 · 9 Comments

Doug Anderson: Burning Man

Burning man comes from an instinct and need for carnival, a masking of the respectable self in order to release the animal/imaginative self, but with ritualized decorum and boundaries.

May 30, 2020 · 6 Comments

Doug Anderson: How it happens

God help me, I don’t know where I’m going.
We hold each other’s hand like children
finding our way home among the closing wolves.

May 19, 2020 · 4 Comments

Doug Anderson: Living Will

For those who loved me I leave nothing because
they require nothing of me and never did and instead
send me on my way, my boat full of burning flowers.

May 7, 2020 · 6 Comments

W.D. Ehrhart: The Farmer

A farmer of dreams
knows how to pretend. A farmer of dreams
knows what it means to be patient.

April 28, 2020 · 2 Comments

Doug Anderson: Letter to Me

Yes, I said, to that other self that younger self that
swaggering young ass
who sewed up his heart with cat gut, yes

April 21, 2020 · Leave a comment

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