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Articles by Larry Crist

Poetry Corner

by Larry Crist | January 30th, 2013

My Neighbor Sometimes i see him on my way out He’s a 9 to 5, 5-day-a-week guy and i’m . . . (well, that’s another poem) He’s black, same age as me lived in this house beside mine all his life Doesn’t care about gardening which is what i am most often doing...

Poem: Goats

by Larry Crist | April 11th, 2012

Come spring i'd have new playmates The nannies lapped at the afterbirth spread rich like liver upon the rain-soaked grass The newborns took their first steps fell, got licked, rose, stood, stepped, fell again learning everything a goat needed to know within...

Poetry Sep 28, 2011

by Larry Crist | September 28th, 2011

Poem: Goats by Larry Crist, Page 9

Poem: School Lunches

by Larry Crist | August 17th, 2011

In school i studied other kids' lunches i was a bad speller, didn't care about arithmetic or good citizenship but having moved from one school to the next what others had for lunch was of endless fascination Velvet bread, meat, cheese, mayo, mustard, a...

Hoarding toward the Future

by Larry Crist | September 15th, 2010

There i was hobbling like a concubine using the handrail a cane estimating time, speed, effort Visiting the library—too strenuous Shopping for food—equally so Can't walk since the accident Running would be tantamount to flight Forget chores Smoke pot, watch...

Poem: Rabbit Ears

by Larry Crist | June 2nd, 2010

Woodland Park Zoo on one side a slim spit of bushes on the other the road to work runs in between In the morning, i am late, driving fast Later, traffic is bad; i'm beat, happy happy to be sitting, sitting and not busting my ass Returning, i see a black...

Poem: My Debut

by Larry Crist | April 28th, 2010

My Debut It was some kind of Halloween play i was playing a goblin and my big scene was with the witch who was a few years older and had done this kind of thing before Black, white, good, bad, i can't recall which kind of witch only that she was a competent...

Vietnam ’68

by Larry Crist | December 2nd, 2009

It was the year of the assassin the year of the monkey Tet Offensive, Easter Offensive, Dak To, Hamburger Hill... white phosphorous, hot lead chopper blades, beating, beating beating ourselves a ripple in the rice paddy a petroleum rainbow The French went...

Timing

by Larry Crist | June 24th, 2009

Even before i knew the word i pitied adults my father and mother supporting me jobs they didn't like working for people they didn't like working toward some elusive time when they wouldn't have to work at all just bide their time till death When, in the...

Picking through the dead man’s shirts

by Larry Crist | June 3rd, 2009

ting-tinging on metal hangers a hodgepodge of color like his eyes had failed synthetic cotton polyester rayon blends requiring no ironing, each with is own tag He would never rip off a tag there could be information stored there washing and drying...