This Story Might Be True

an Israeli and
a Palestinian
walk into a bar

together

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You Be the Judge

September. Court is in session again,
a darkness on the edge of our town.
Winthrop’s vultures have returned
to their perches in the forked snag.

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A Brief History

On a hillside above Twin Lakes Road
a hand-painted sign beside a rugged cross
reads, “In loving memory of Josh and Rachel—
you will be in our hearts always.”

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Whitehall, Montana

Population: Obstinate

In the family of gateway towns
north of Yellowstone National Park
Whitehall rightly self-identifies
as the neglected youngest brother.

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I Know There Is a Purpose

The bearded seal suns on a floe
while a polar bear stalks it nearby
Biologists say it can smell its prey
up to twenty miles distant

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Vocabracadabra

“The female
      is like
            a deformity
                  of the male.” ~Aristotle

What sleight of manguage
did not morph cow to fe-bull,
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contraDiction

choosing
allofthewords

is
not
poesy

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Unsafe Regions

Antartificial speech is not compiled
as is programmed computer code;
granted, it does have a grammar,
but it is not, as a rule, rigorous—
nor enforced at the time the words
intended for end users are composed.

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Passages

The morning of February 20
a pair of eagles took flight
from a nearby Ponderosa past
the windows of Ann Henry’s home
and with them she also passed.
      Survivors include daughter Cindy.

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Spooky Moon, Kooky Moose: Drowsy Spouse

The moon peeked out from shrouds of cloud
Suspended over the chuck-holed road:
It wasn’t supposed to be there. No:
Forecasters forecast snow, and loads.

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