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About anthonyuplandpoetwatkins

https://www.goodreads.com/AnthonyUplandpoetWatkins born in Jackson, The United States August 04, 1959 gender male website http://www.lulu.com/shop/search.ep?contributorI... genre Poetry, Historical Fiction influences James M. Lancaster, Brenda Black White, Gertrude Stein, William Carlos Williams, and Al Filreis member since March 2011 About this author edit data As one of the most public lives ever lived by a private citizen, there is little about me that isn't already available at Facebook or Shelfari and countless other places. Poet, writer, construction worker, salesman, truck driver, climber into the attics of total strangers, father and husband, and all around one of the luckiest men on the planet. My luck continued with a win in the June Goodreads Newsletter Contest! What an honor! http://anthonyuplandpoetwatkins.wordp... Additional Influences: Bob Dylan, William Faulkner, Barbara Kingsolver, Gloria Naylor, Eudora Welty

On a Table

Fish head, well body minus the meat, filleted, with the guts hanging about scales, scraped and piled on the old boards, in the wet sand where the ever slightly running, spigot drips. And flies, sitting quietly on the intestines buzzing … Continue reading

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Sometimes California

I was disappointed to find out while the characters more or less came over intact, the formatting did not. So I am posting these poems as pictures. I started to say I hope you can read them. I would be … Continue reading

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Sale/Trade

Trade: poetry for hard work. Yes,   folk think writing poems hard, I dug ditches, nailed roofs, Florida sun, even sold used cars to sailors. Will trade for hard work: poetry.  

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Jerusalem, the Gnat

  The gnat, strained at, strained for, and through no strainer find   the truth. The whole world, it seems, spreads its tiny wings and flies, but flies gather. No tape I have.   Beastly flies upon beast and breast … Continue reading

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I Never really Spoke Spanish

I Never really Spoke Spanish   When I was a kid, because of the line of work I was in, I learned to say “boug-an-vi-ya”, and “es-pan-u-ate.” I was taught these words by a man who said “chimley” and “liberry” … Continue reading

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Yours (on 5)

I am very focused these days on experimental poetry, on machine poetry, on finding words with meanings that come at us from surprising approaches. I am most interested in reusing, recycling, if you will, words i have already written for … Continue reading

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My Day Had Passed

Born white seven years after draft age just eight and King was killed looked for footing with Sandinistas — ERA with IRA — Earth Day—   even communists grew tired of communists by when I could drive.   Already old … Continue reading

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