Category Archives: Bob Boldt

Agent Orange

A Poem by Bob Boldt —Five hundred years ago, the poet Nguyen Binh Khiem called the land into being. He wrote: “Vietnam is being created!” * Agent Orange: You bring disorder to this land and to the poetry of DNA, … Continue reading

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This Poem

This Poem by Bob Boldt This poem is a razor at the cloud-shaded throat of the moon. This poem has long, tattooed arms. This poem is not for younger or more sensitive viewers. This poem has tasted the bottle-cap sun. … Continue reading

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Solstice Thoughts

Solstice Thoughts by Bob Boldt At the end of the War in Europe, Norman Corwin broadcast these words to the war weary world. In a time that had just emerged from the prospect of an eternal darkness dominated by Hitler’s … Continue reading

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The Mobile Home

A Poem by Bob Boldt When I turned off Schumate Chapel Roadonto Morris, my way was blocked by a great leviathan, a huge white-vinyl-sided, ninety-foot-long mobile home. Three men, one waving a flag at me, were attempting to help the … Continue reading

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The Chemical of Monsanto

A Poem by Bob Boldt Hong Hanh (a name that means apricot blossom) stops to rest her burden in the heavy, afternoon air on the road to Ho Chi Minh City. She carries her son— a legless, armless trunk of … Continue reading

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