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Untitled Sketch - Ink on paper (2010) by Dennis Paul Wilken |
Famine
Some folks cannot be
explained, even to
themselves
As they go around
Scattering hurts
And lies
Like a farmer
Absently seeding
A field
He never plows;
And yet, if you ask
They would claim
They were good people
Who always did
The best they could
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Dennis Paul Wilken is a prolific poet, sketch-artist, veteran journalist and Literary Editor for
The Commonline Journal. He studied at the University of Cincinnati and is a former Editor of
Cincinnati Magazine. His poem "Outcomes" was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2011. His last chapbook is called
Sweat Off the Diamond (2009).