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Walter Bargen: Which brings us to one certainty. . .

can you tell me the colors
sweeping the sky this evening,
can you tell me exactly the volcanic-ash
effects, the drought and dust effects,
the shift of light along the spectrum

January 30, 2020 · Leave a comment

Walter Bargen: Double-Yoked

Rain dissolves the bedroom windows. Glass puddles and glistens over the deck. Sirens and a storm arrive. Every house in south county stricken. Dawn smeared across the horizon, through the … Continue reading

January 29, 2019 · Leave a comment

Walter Bargen: Dogs of Beauty

Somewhere in some other place their kind are wild, meant for the verdant and exotic, and on the west slopes of the coastal range, near Palos Verdes, where the foothills … Continue reading

August 9, 2018 · Leave a comment

Walter Bargen: This Falling Away Age

We are at that age when any moment all words are last words. Some might argue that it could be any age and they are right: Golden (probably not), Enlightenment … Continue reading

February 22, 2018 · Leave a comment

Walter Bargen: Real Rumors

Now that it’s done being undone, or, at least, the end of the beginning of undone, depending on the harrumphing water pumps and which side of the bulldozer blade is … Continue reading

January 19, 2018 · Leave a comment

Walter Bargen: Paint By Numbers

. . . stairs for the void running down to the garden ─ Wisława Szymborska . From fallen fence to ragged tree line, on late September afternoons, each stiff knee-high … Continue reading

October 14, 2017 · Leave a comment

Walter Bargen: Gorilla God

The interview room cold, the angles softly hardened against sound. The inevitable question arises: What makes a good poem? I’m never prepared. On radios across the country, silence pulls a … Continue reading

February 11, 2017 · Leave a comment

Walter Bargen: Vaudeville Visigoths

The first couple in a cartoon bed on prime time television was Fred and Wilma Flintstone. All Fred could yell was, “Yabba dabba do!” We didn’t see anything more except … Continue reading

December 10, 2016 · 1 Comment

Walter Bargen: Circus Coil

When I think of blood I think of you that night, not because you dodged a bullet and nothing so easy as sidestepping an office intrigue or petty paternity suit … Continue reading

October 18, 2016 · Leave a comment

Walter Bargen: Interruption to the End

I haven’t seen the end or if I did see the end I didn’t know. A litany of denials the most blindingly likely,   and now I spend too much … Continue reading

September 27, 2016 · 1 Comment

Walter Bargen: Old Rain

  Up down, up down, no pause, no let up in the falling. Ovate, serrate, oblong, lobed, green scales weighing each droplet then bending to the fall─a full sky yet … Continue reading

September 13, 2016 · 1 Comment

Walter Bargen: Midwest Estate Sale

  The postcards catch my attention amid the strips of tape that secure prices to books: paperbacks fifty cents, hardbacks $2, linen chest $175, ten disk cd changer $40, and … Continue reading

August 30, 2016 · Leave a comment

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