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    American Supper
    American Supper
    American Supper
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    American Supper

    By D.R. Baker

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    A collection of poetry, American Supper is post-apocalyptic verse at its very best. American Supper addresses a variety of motifs, from sex and death to self-transformation--and more. Baker shakes up the reader's expectations with imagination-infused verse that inform the depth and breadth of his various personae and voices. Supper has truly been served as American Supper will inspire the mind and satiate the senses.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherD.R. Baker
    Release dateDec 25, 2012
    ISBN9781301405213
    American Supper
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    D.R. Baker

    D.R. Baker is a midwest-based writer who specializes in medical writing and journalism. A cum laude graduate of the University of Arizona, he has written two books, American Supper and A Garland of Blood and Dream--both poetry collections. He is the sole owner of Transtemporal Publishing, a micro-publishing house (more like a cottage) which proofs, edits, researches, and helps promote beginning and advanced writers throughout the midwest through marketing and advertising. He currently lives in northeast Wisconsin with his wife, dog, and two cats.

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      American Supper - D.R. Baker

      American Supper

      by D.R. Baker

      Transtemporal Publishing, Ltd.

      E5688 Fremont Road

      Algoma, Wisconsin USA

      Copyright ©2010, D.R. Baker

      All Rights Reserved

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      Man desires Liberty more than food. Man fears enslavement more than starvation.

      Contents

      Hearts of Heretics

      Knowledge

      Shotgun Hoodoo

      Free Way

      Nomadic Hearts

      Two

      Only My Mother

      Secret Dance

      Birthdays

      Seven Hawks

      What the Stars Know

      Paradise

      Ziggurat

      Trampolines

      Fear, Love, Etc.

      Awakening

      Something Serena Said

      Lumbago Suitcase

      Antennae

      Parsnips, Whisky, & Gangrene

      The Undaunted

      Fashion

      My Solitude

      On a Tuesday

      The Innocent

      The Call to Prayer

      Nowhere on Earth

      Steel Castaways

      Holy Lights

      A Kiss from Beelzebub

      These Eyes

      Secret Places

      Kamikaze

      Crystal Parthenon

      Dissolution

      This Town

      Pages of Melancholy

      Tacos

      Glowworms

      Panacea

      Blue Donkeys

      Eternity's Razor

      Jets

      Solar Stones

      Bullet Train

      The Forgotten Heart

      Hidden

      Unadorned

      Haunted Yellow

      Soldiers

      Bright Parades

      The Velvet Heir

      Red and White Blues

      Silhouette

      Theory of Blue

      Dead Town

      Ode to Nightfall

      Sleep

      Downtown

      Beautiful Skies

      Hearts of Hell

      Tales of the Mauve

      Cicatrix

      Dandelions & Clover

      Abacus of Faces

      The Beautifull Night & Its Starlight

      The Hollows

      A Brother's Psalm (For Joseph)

      The Amethyst Gun Mirage

      Scared Sacred

      Persian Blues Poem

      Sanctity (As You Are)

      Soul Mirror

      Sweetness

      The Absence

      Waiting for The Woman

      Nameless Flame

      When She Comes

      Barrio Dada Kisses

      Unleavened

      Portal Lover

      Ashen Passion

      One Day in The City

      Blackbeard Was A Gentleman

      Astrolabes & Sextants

      Saltpeter Aflame

      Into Bedrock

      A Bull's Skull, Digital Blood & the Need to Be One Again

      American Breaths

      American Supper

      D.R. BAKER

      Poetry is the ancestral language of Rebellion.

      Foreword

      There are a lot of people involved in the making of a book. Certainly, it is not a solitary endeavor—as many people may think. I would like to thank some of the supporting cast right now.

      For her patience and inspiration, I would like to express my eternal gratitude for my mother, Mary. For his unique perspective on things, I would also like to thank my father, Richard.

      The folks pictured on the cover—although now deceased—deserve a great deal of mention as they are my grandparents, Meta and Harry Schultz. They were beautiful, no-nonsense people with a profound sense of humor; this picture was taken on their Wedding Day on April 14, 1925. I should note that their marriage lasted 52 years and ended upon my grandfather's death in 1977.

      This list could go on ad infinitum so I had better stop while I am ahead. Those of you who have been kind to me and supported my bleary-eyed hours spent in front of a monitor know who you are. Surely, you don't expect me to mention everybody?

      Now that I have dispensed with some necessary formalities, let's proceed to the main course. If you are

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