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Patrick Dixon
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An ex-Alaskan commercial fisherman writer and photographer
An ex-Alaskan commercial fisherman writer and photographer

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Moving On
When I was on my first trip to Alaska in 1974, I pulled my 1966 Ford Falcon window van of the SE ferry into a little waterside hamlet called Haines, where we bought some groceries and sandwiches for lunch. Now before I go on, please understand that up until...

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On Submitting Your Work for Publication
A Facebook friend who is an excellent poet asked my advice on getting published. After I wrote my reply, I decided it might be a good idea to put it up here: You really should try to send your stuff off
and get it published. I'm happy to give advice and sug...

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Earth Day 2015 – the coming years
My writers' group yesterday discussed an article in The Guardian about the choices made by the Oxford Children's Dictionary editors that set me off. Wrote this today. Earth Day 2015 – In the Coming Years The Oxford Children’s   Dictionary edited out words l...

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Eleven Days
Eleven Days clock ticks, sun rises, crosses sky, sets. i used to call your name each day: here. we
promise to visit let me know. we never do. not
once. no big deal. you were busy. until today. i found out about the crash eleven days ago. eleven days. in my ...

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Connected
Day 17 NaPoWriMo. Tonight's installment was inspired by a message from eBay and a note from a friend whose father-in-law passed. Connected eBay says it’s shipped the gift I bought for Ella. I discover old friends have passed away via Facebook. My wife PM’s ...

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Connected: The toy cow is on the way...
Day 17 NaPoWriMo. Tonight's installment was inspired by a message from eBay and a note from a friend whose father-in-law passed. Connected eBay says it’s shipped the gift I bought for Ella. I discover old friends have passed away via Facebook. My wife PM’s ...

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Forecast Redacted
This is my first ever "Erasure Poem." Find some text, then erase words until you have something else. More concerned with form than message, I decided to have fun with a local forecast. Tomorrow I may try some political piece. Forecast redacted: Maximum umb...

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Letter to Mom
This is a rewrite of yesterday's poem, with a new stanza. Hope that counts. Feels like a new poem to me. You be the judge. Better or not? Letter to
Mom, 2015 The
mid-April air is sweet. Lilacs
have their turn now, magnolias
a forgotten dream; spring
wind st...

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Dear Mom
Veronica says this needs more. Probably. For tonight, this is what I have. Thanks, Tele, for the FB post that brought this around... Dear Mom, It’s spring again, the lilacs are having their turn now, magnolias a forgotten dream, plums reduced to pink snow i...

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fill the gap
sleepy tonight, have been all day. lids droop, leaves without water; limbs sag, stick, thoughts pummel me to bed, drop me on the couch, pin me to the chair. take the easy way out: fill the gap.
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