Posts by John Blase

Dear Winn – 4 September 2017

Dear Winn, I woke up thinking “I oughta dispatch a letter to Winn.” Why in the world the voice in my head chose to use the word “dispatch” I do not know, but there it is. Its actually a fine word, maybe even a good choice to use as a title if we ever publish…

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Love Poem No.27

A gentle thought occurred to me to fashion you a rosary from sunflower blooms. I know your love of summer’s spell, your sorrow that the sounds and smells cannot last longer, or forever. The golden blossoms you could pray on every fall and winter day and so assauge your sadness. Maybe God would bend the…

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Dementia

I’ve a friend by the name of Seth Haines. He’s a good man, and an equally good poet. He recently submitted this poem to Ruminate Magazine’s poetry contest. It wasn’t selected, which is the risk we poets take when we enter such contests, we’re aware of that, and we keep on entering anyway. But it…

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Dear Winn – 30 July 2017

Dear Winn, Its Sunday here. I suppose it is where you are too. I thought it was going to be a hectic Sabbath, but things eased up around noon and we’ve enjoyed a lazy afternoon, kind of like those Sunday afternoons in September when there’s a game on plus an autumn chill in the air so…

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Such Hours Held

What do you do when your spirit is utterly broken? You suggest Hey, let’s go test drive cars this morning, and you do which leaves you starved so you order Migas for lunch and say Shoot I could eat this every day. Then you head for home comparing those cars, the handling, looks, mostly the monthly payments, plus…

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Dear Winn – 22 June 2017

Dear Winn, Well, some folks celebrated the dickens out of yesterday, it being the summer solstice. For me it was simply Wednesday although I must admit the day did feel like it went on forever and ever. But hey, congratulations to us on making it to another summer! Ready or not, here we go, I…

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Top of Mount Herman

Maybe I’ll to drive to the  top of Mount Herman. I’ve been told there’s a stand of Aspen with trunks thicker than an average man can hug. I’ve been told I’m not average, though its never clarified whether above or below. Chances are good lovers have made the same drive and knifed their  names in that white…

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Dear Winn – 7 June 2017

Dear Winn, I realize this is the second letter I’ve sent to you this week, but I’ve got something on my mind, something important, and I believe such important things need to be said while its still light outside, so to speak. So here goes. I’ve had a hard time shaking off the death of the…

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Dear Winn – 5 June 2017

Dear Winn, Thank you for your letter. I miss you too, my friend, and yes, until then, letters will have to do. We’re gradually settling into a summer rhythm here, which is like past summers and is also unlike past summers. Each season’s a little different, huh? Will and Sarah are home from college. They’re both…

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Love Poem No.26

  The lilacs should have been pruned back last summer, but I forgot. Did you? You didn’t say anything which is odd because you’re smart and usually say things like “We should prune the lilacs” (which means me). Oh. But I remember now. Last June you fell and broke yourself in pieces. Pruning was the…

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