Tulip Tree

By Poul Anderson

Tulip Tree is a collection of drawings and poems describing a garden in Indianapolis, Indiana.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jul 21, 2018
• ISBN: 9781387963812

Poul Anderson

Poul Anderson (1926–2001) grew up bilingual in a Danish American family. After discovering science fiction fandom and earning a physics degree at the University of Minnesota, he found writing science fiction more satisfactory. Admired for his “hard” science fiction, mysteries, historical novels, and “fantasy with rivets,” he also excelled in humor. He was the guest of honor at the 1959 World Science Fiction Convention and at many similar events, including the 1998 Contact Japan 3 and the 1999 Strannik Conference in Saint Petersburg, Russia. Besides winning the Hugo and Nebula Awards, he has received the Gandalf, Seiun, and Strannik, or “Wanderer,” Awards. A founder of the Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers of America, he became a Grand Master, and was inducted into the Science Fiction and Fantasy Hall of Fame. In 1952 he met Karen Kruse; they married in Berkeley, California, where their daughter, Astrid, was born, and they later lived in Orinda, California. Astrid and her husband, science fiction author Greg Bear, now live with their family outside Seattle.

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Tulip Tree

Tulip Tree

Paul E. Anderson

Poems 2017-2018©

January:  Crows on Snow

Crows on Snow

crows on snow

cast shadows

predicting flight

This white patch

water’s semi-solid form

dissolving

in its own liquid

an

attention span

that brief interruption

Some sleep

Some haunt me

The light in the ice

makes the birds

look like words

scratching around

getting set

argument

Not confused

random

Zinnias

and thistles

on an internal map

They toss

They float

If I had stayed

a florist

I could have

wrapped them

in exorbitant paper

next poem please

When she is sad

I am so very sad

And when she tells a joke

I laugh

I have switched

to oral recording

speech to text

I can’t say

it makes

much difference

Half this

will be deleted

anyway.   I know

When she is mad

I am afraid

but when she is right

she’s right

it can only rain so long

Maybe one Fill-in-the-Blank newspaper

is too much

That strange man

I wash the cups

Make sassafras tea

The scent

is the bait

The emotion

is the hook

Basho said that

fill-in-the-blank poem

The shadows of the apples

were like _______________.

They tasted like __________________.

We lived together in a ____________.

The sky was _______________

but the stars were _______________.

I was trying to remember

your ______________________.

Response:  The shadows of the apples

were like ghosts.

They tasted like mist and mold.

We lived together in a tangle of hair and hay.

The sky was our blanket

that the stars were always trying to pluck off.

I was trying to remember

your name and