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no hope

Posted by jeresk on January 30, 2008 in My Mom's Poems |

no hope says the first doctor who says I’m not the specialist but I can show you the scans and you can see here the size of it a tumor that size is swelling his brain and all the signs say cancer and an operation well would you put him through something that would only […]

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poem in the cab

Posted by jeresk on January 19, 2008 in My Mom's Poems |

deportation ma’am I mean that’s what I’m talking bout tho em right out the country I mean see the way I figer it theys all a buncha traiders I mean I got more respect fer a buncha chile molesters than any one of em and in my opinion you should just take them chile molesters […]

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he had a very good day

Posted by jeresk on January 1, 2008 in My Mom's Poems |

wednesday seven people not thinking about thursday’s operation for twelve hours well that. far back acourse I. couldn’t tell. if it was. black or grizzly but. it was swiping. hooligan. out the stream now. they’re bout three. fingers worth not. like salmon just. a snack and I. had my pistol. out. trying to figger. the […]

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For Great Aunt Annora who died yesterday

Posted by jeresk on December 17, 2007 in My Mom's Poems |

it was a blessing her passing a blessing the cousins all say. their blessing to us was being practical and discouraging us these past twelve years from visiting her in that place where she would not remember us, where her confused soul would forget everything quietly and we would forget her quietly until her quiet […]

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Get Dressed

Posted by jeresk on November 15, 2007 in My Mom's Poems |

He smiled, nameless, looking into my eyes as I watched him get dressed; as he ran the leather of his belt through the loops, one by one, not in any more hurry than when I had watched him take it off,  pants tight enough not to need the belt with the big, big buckle. I […]

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Ireland

Posted by jeresk on October 28, 2007 in My Mom's Poems |

I had forgotten where I was until I opened the hotel window and saw the grey Atlantic looking meek but pounding and determined and inheriting the earth all the same. I looked at that forever horizon and thought strangely Ireland. The sister in black catholic burka had a matching black mole on her chin with […]

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Memorial Day In Brigham City

Posted by jeresk on May 20, 2007 in My Mom's Poems |

“Hazel would just die to see plastic flowers on her grave! No!  Alice is over there!  More over! Behind the Knudsens.  See? Did you do Minnie?  She’s the peonies. Well, put some on Bodil. Her sister, Bertha’s there with Andreas (Brigham settled all the Danes here) and well I guess the three lived together and, […]

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Oy Vey

Posted by jeresk on April 18, 2007 in My Mom's Poems |

they told me the driver would be waiting when I got off my train waiting next to the angel statue at Penn Station 30th St. door waiting with a sign with my name but he wasn’t waiting. I’m early I think so I think I have time to run to the bathroom at the other […]

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