Liberating The Country From Those In The Way

There were accords left unsigned.
How shy we all seemed at the start.
Logs rolling in the distance left much
Unsaid. Speculation planted hope in
Building a new frontier. “Less said,
The better,” signaled the magistrate.
“The original natives endlessly complained,
Until we disposed of them.” The remainders
Became wayward servants.
We on occasion wear their outfits,
Enjoy some of their recipes, never ask
For seconds though, out of respect.

Published by William Cowan

I'm from the East Coast, have lived in SoCal and now Northern California for some years. I've been writing quite awhile, published in 1992 in a literary quarterly: "Suspicious Humanist," vol. 2, #2, (20 pages.) Best job: fm on air personality on a now defunct station, "Evening Eclectic" music show, and a weekly poetry reading show. I played jazz and free/improv I enjoyed. Read Wallace Stevens, John Ashbery, Kenneth Koch, etc. and commented on the poems. I have read once at a local coffee house. Love the Bay Area, wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I am going to appear in an east coast anthology of best new poets of 2010 by the end of the year, published in Pennsylvania. I'm reading once a month at a brewpub in Marin with a group of fellow poets. We read to each other our work, and personal favorite poems of authors we enjoy. It is a pleasure to share with a community of fellow enthusiasts.

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