Author Archives: Jared Way

Caveat: Poem #867

old music reveals human minds’ complexities and time just passes

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Caveat: Bach humbug

I went to my friend Bob’s concert – he conducted his Wisconsin Chamber Choir for a Christmas performance of Bach’s Christmas Oratorio. Here he is during the intermission – in the tux lower center, of course. It was wonderful music. … Continue reading

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Caveat: Poem #866

food and talk; gathering for discourses and storytelling, the speakers taking turns, among reliable friends and their inquisitive children; outside, the cold night lays down hoarfrost.

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Caveat: dialogues at dawn

Bob and Sarah had to throw out a broken toilet and ancient chair, so I helped carry them to the curb last night. This morning they awaited their fate, collecting frost. I would entitle this photograph “Dialogues at Dawn” because … Continue reading

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Caveat: Poem #865

known to be unknown an odd sort of infamy adrift in the woods

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Caveat: Poke men in Madison

I went to Madison with my friend Bob. He had to do a radio interview, related to publicizing his upcoming concert which he is conducting. While he was in the radio station doing his interview, I had some time to … Continue reading

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Caveat: Poem #864

the snow malingers where it fell, stubborn and cold, impertinently.

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Caveat: a human snow

Occupation The soldiers are hard at work, building a house. They hammer bodies into the earth like nails, they paint the walls with blood. Inside, the doors are locked, shut like eyes of stone. And the stairs are icy, all … Continue reading

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Caveat: Poem #863

the names that things have are not fixed, but rather drift unnamed, the dawn happens

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Caveat: a city of memories and stale snow

I spent my last day in Minneapolis running a few errands and driving around a bit, among my memories. I’ve lived in Minneapolis/Saint Paul, on and off, for almost a quarter of my life, including very formative years of young … Continue reading

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Caveat: Poem #862

the trees are frosted by the night’s exhalations; now a raven sits

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Caveat: My almost brother

I call Eugene my “almost” brother. He was an exchange student from Kazakhstan in the early 1990s, living with my dad and stepmother in Southern California, at the time when my brother Andrew was a teenager. Eugene has been a … Continue reading

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Caveat: Poem #861

the cold penetrates, burrows in and takes over; but the sky expands

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Caveat: hash and cold batteries

Last night, using leftovers from the previous night, I made a chopped roast hash with potatoes and stuff, and we used the jar of chili sauce that Juli had sent with me to gift to Mark and Amy as garnish. … Continue reading

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Caveat: Poem #860

ice blue light fallen leaves chilling breezes paths made through fresh snow the frozen surfaces the tortured shapes of bare trees exuberances of night air enumerations of winter’s wants

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Caveat: Minnesota Trails

Last night, Amy made a delicious dinner (which I tried to help with, at least a little). There was a roast and potatoes. Today, I ran a few small errands, got frustrated with my bank, and decided to take a … Continue reading

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Caveat: Poem #859

the air becomes cold it ceases to move around and snow pins the ground.

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Caveat: increasing amounts of snow on the ground

I drove east yesterday, and it was interesting to see the increasing amounts of snow on the ground as I progressed northeastward from Denver to Minneapolis. After crossing from Colorado to Nebraska: After crossing from Nebraska to Iowa: After crossing … Continue reading

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Caveat: Poem #858

A squirrel flinches and kicks up a puff of snow; some snowflakes drift down.

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Caveat: A map of travels

Some people wonder what this giant trip I’m taking is all about. I’ve written about is some, before, but I decided yesterday to make a map of the plan. I am currently in Denver, Colorado, so about 30% of the … Continue reading

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