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Here are some published & unpublished writings for those  who have expressed an interest over the years, including articles on  Longshoring At the Port of Milwaukee, the History of Milwaukee's  Counterculture & the Relationship of Magic to Art .

Also poetry from American Weave, Kaleidoscope &
      Cheshire,

Fiction from Cheshire; More M'waukee Stories;  

Reportage from underground & counterculture
       papers like Kaleidoscope &
      
the Bugle American (Now with Local '60s
       Rock Sounds) & A Cab Driver's Exposé,&

News & feature articles from The Milwaukee Journal,
       the Milwaukee Sentinel, the Ozaukee Press & the
       Waukesha Freeman.

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                 stand-alones & in the context of their usage.

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From American Weave, Summer 1966:

  GRANDFATHER   [Poem]

I know now he wasn't really so old though old enough to die to have been a railroad brakeman, and watchman to retire and drive a red Model-A from tavern to tavern in Madison for beer he wasn't supposed to have. And to have been sick even before then. The first time my stepfather took me North to see him I was told how fat he would be, warned not to laugh at his head completely without hair and eyebrows from some disease I did not know though of course I wouldn't have, being a rather solemn kid. The summers following we caught catfish together in Tinney Park and I warily observed the bees he kept and watched him cut off chickens' heads and took the slingshot he gave me -- carefully carved notches for the strips of rubber fastened with fine turns of copper wire -- back to the city, where Big Joanne finally took it from me and split the crotch. And the first summer that I didn't get poison ivy there I was hardly able, after drinking muscatel with two Oneida girls and a sailor with a broken arm home on leave, in a Ford by the Petenwell dam, to walk the road to the cottage that was to be attached by the county for medical bills when he died. And when he died I said, Yeah I went to the funeral. Yeah, it was the usual thing up there. Oh, they had a big meal in town for the people. In the basement of the post office. Yeah, they had some beer, I got some. But it wasn't a very big deal. Yeah, it was hardly worth his dying.

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