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Doug van Hooser

I want an ending

              that is a string to a kite.

The long creak

              of a warped board

loose from its nails.

              Even in December

be a leaf the wind

              cannot twist free.

Doug Van Hooser splits his time between suburban Chicago where he gives fictitious names to baristas and southern Wisconsin where he enjoys sculling and cycling. His poetry has appeared in numerous publications. He has also published short fiction and has had readings of his plays in Chicago. Links to his work can be found at

Doug van Hooser
Calving Glaciers

Doug van Hooser
On My Last Day I Will Know Jealousy

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