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Gayle Hansen's Writings

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Fermat's Spiral
Jul.23.2010
Omphaloskepsis For Susan Browne     I learned a New Word today Omphaloskepsis Tripped over it in a poem by My former Poetry Professor Susan Browne in her new book, Zephyr Om pha los kepsis   It’s one of those kinds of words that Instantly wants to be my new mantra That I love Susan for sharing but Find myself frowning over O’ Om pha los kepsis   Because I hate...
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The Remote Troll - Kolohe o' Lolo, King of the Known and unKnown Universe
Oct.09.2009
FOR SUSAN BROWNE'S POETRY CLASS AT DIABLO VALLEY COLLEGE
                REMOTE TROLL NOCTURNE a fathom’s flight into deep night off the blades of a knife fightflashes of lightning flicker a woman screams, musical commercestreams and pulls me up to gasp for airand bolt up half awake, half in fear to stare at the remote troll cat who rolls over in dreaming and the channels change...
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Stop Watch
Oct.09.2009
FOR SUSAN BROWNE'S POETRY CLASS AT DIABLO VALLEY COLLEGE
THE EXERCISE WAS TO WRITE A POEM IN TWENTY-MINUTES  ====================================================== TWENTY MINUTE POEM My monitor glares at me with blank displeasureWaitingFor something joyous and poetic to flow Up from my soul through my fingers And down to the keyboardFat chance! because I’m actually kind ofBored with poetryTodayNot suffering so much...
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Daddy
Sep.12.2009
for Susan Browne's Poetry Class, Diablo Valley College
          Sweet Sixteen pretty in the last pink she would ever wear without shamea girl should not haveto have as the longest lasting memory of Daddyhis drunk-pink face planted right square in the middleof a public plate of barbecued pinkpork chow meinsnoring and drooling like a pighappy birthday, baby it ain’t right for a girl on the...
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Yosemite right after the first light snow of the season...
Dec.19.2008
Poem writing FINAL assignment for English 224 Poetry Writing, Professor Susan Browne, Diablo Valley College
              NOVEMBER The geese are flying low this yearAs low as I’ve ever seen or heardTheir calls seem hushed and muffled in the fogSmall and without the raucous joy of other years And not just one flock, or twoBut four an hour and four days runningThey seem to be headed the wrong way, tooEast instead of South, and slow As...
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measure.jpg
Oct.23.2008
FOR SUSAN BROWNE'S POETRY CLASS AT DIABLO VALLEY COLLEGE
Imagine if we could start all over again I would begin  in the middle in the middle was wherewhere all the heat andthe meat on the boneand the bone and the bloodthe blood and the pure deep ilove in the middle iloved in the middle ilived ah, yes, the beginning the beginning was funfun and exciting the highthe high and the longing the longing the longing the...
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Corset
Sep.25.2008
DOWNTOWN SEATTLE 1953 once upon the way to see the old king kong movie starring fay wray my favorite grandma going old at only fifty-eight and me just barely gone seven when her ancient whale bone corset goesSNAP! half through the crossing of third at university as we hurry to make the matinee at noonthe ghost of some poor old harpoon’dnineteenth century...