Nights in Texas
by Annie Neugebauer Trying to catch the lull between August heat and the far side of gloaming, I tug weed after weed ...
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A guest post for National Poetry Month by Texas poet Annie Neugebauer.
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by Annie Neugebauer The tractor sleeps in yellowed fields of hay, deprived of rightful color, tires flat, and isolated there is where he’ll stay, for oxidizing orange has wrapped his back ...
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Nights in Texas
by Annie Neugebauer Trying to catch the lull between August heat and the far side of gloaming, I tug weed after weed from my garden. They are bright green, and I hold them in my glove, shake them at...
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The Poetry of Place
A guest post for National Poetry Month by Texas poet Annie Neugebauer. You might think you know your little corner of the South like the back of your hand – and maybe you do; I feel like I know Texas...
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Rust Never Sleeps
by Annie Neugebauer after Neil Young’s “My My, Hey Hey” & “Thrasher” The tractor sleeps in yellowed fields of hay, deprived of rightful color, tires flat, and isolated there is where he’ll stay,...
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