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Winfred
Press is located in western Massachusetts.
It began in 1993 as writer and poet Larry Kimmel's
desktop publishing business and self-published poetry
chapbooks. Since then we have expanded to include
offerings by other local writers, still maintaining a
strong emphasis on poetry.
Currently Winfred Press is not reading submissions;
we have a substantial backlog and would like to give our
full attention to the current and upcoming lists before
venturing into new territory.
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Larry Kimmel was born in Johnstown, Pennsylvania. He holds
degrees from Oberlin Conservatory and Pittsburgh University,
and has worked at everything from steel mills to libraries. He
has been a published poet for the past thirty-five years and
has nine collections of poetry and one novel.

New Poems added to <blue pulse> October 2005
Copyright © 2005 by Larry Kimmel
I Step Out On My Porch Near Midnight
Snow,
flecked by moon made mica.
Cold,windless air—even
the roar of the woods
is faint tonight;
And faint, too,
the creak
of my leather jacket—faint
As the rigging of a galleon
heard across the seas of time ....
While overhead
Orion faintly flickers.
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Meadow Gospel
Where the grass is luxurious, she lies
with an arm across her eyes, her skirt to mid-thigh.
What the mind can't spit, you live with
as a kind of shrapnel or you digest it. Food
for a healing growth. Enabled by the cooperation
of opposing wings, a butterfly lilts about her.
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We did what we could
read their letters, figured their taxes
good neighbors they -
now just a cellar hole
and the lilacs in spring.
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Crossing the Connecticut River
A day of rain
in February and
from the bridge
in Sunderland,
the river
broad and flat
and grey
like gunmetal,
and in parts,
sheening
the trim of trees
along both banks,
drab plum and
pigment of iron
very lovely,
very steel,
like a lithograph
in some
old tometombed
for posterity.
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Family Farm Haiku for a Place of Moons
Winner
of an Honorable Mention from
the Haiku Society of America's Merit
Book Awards 2000, Family Farm
captures the seasons and individual
patterns of life on a multi-generational
farm. In thirteen sections, each
identified by a Native American name
for a full moon, more than 300 of
Purington's skillfully crafted haiku are
sequenced into an order that conveys
both change and continuity.
100
pp. , perfect-bound. 30 illustrations
by Shirley L. Horn $14.00 ppd.
Now, also, online at: <coming soon>
The Trees Bleed Sweetness A Tanka Narrative
A tanka sequence that tells the story of
a Native American woman. These poems
convey the physical and emotional
texture of her life from childhood into old
age through vivid natural imagery and the
inner voice of this wonderfully imagined
persona. Already called "a minor classic,"
this book will delight not only readers
attuned to the tanka genre, but all lovers
of fine poetry. 60 pp., perfect-bound,
5 illustrations by Walter Cudnohufsky.
$12.00 ppd.

A Pattern for This Place Words of a Pioneer Woman
This companion book to "The Trees
Bleed Sweetness," focuses on the
physical and psychological reality
of a pioneer woman who has moved
with her family from Revolutionary
Boston to a cabin west of the Con-
necticut River. There she struggles
to shape a new life for her husband
and children while coping with the
loneliness of geographical disloca-
tion and the harsh joys of wilderness
living. 80 pp., perfect-bound, 11 illus-
trations by Stephanie B. Purington.
$12.00 ppd.
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blue pulse
a selection of
short poems
Larry Kimmel
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Copyright © 2002
by Larry Kimmel
on the porch
by moth light we sit -
not a word between us
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just walking sidewalks,
a stranger
in a strange town,
when a child from his lawn
says "hello"
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alone tonight -
a moth taps
at the window
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gembun
only grass
where the homestead stood
even here
I am far
from home . . .
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cruel words
the inadequacy of long-stemmed roses
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hearing your fame
on the radio, I go
walking streets of leaves -
longing to see you, I ache,
having no success to speak of
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looking down
on that distant page
of meadow -
a railroad train straight as a sentence
and I too mountain high to read its noise
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gembun
the stir of curtains on a clover scented evening ...
in my fingers
the feel of his logic -
Johann Sebastian Bach
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these first cool nights
a neighbor burns apple wood ...
it's not so much memory
that comes wafting back,
as a trace of legend
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gembun
autumn leaves and wrought iron fences
the novel long deferred
memory
without meaning
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cherita
death and distant thunder
the question
I dare not ask
a spring breeze fingers
a
hemline
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cherita
his clothes to charity
unpacking the suitcases
of the vacation no longer awaited
finding
the Valentine meant
for today
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the tilt
of her head to undo
an earring -
fortresses crumble into
winter moonlight
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always
it may be
the shadow of
a hedge
or the dusk of
a tool shed
or the darkness
surrounding
a party
but whatever else
it may be
it is always
touch and go
for lovers
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I stick with the
weather
the erotic jive
in her eyes
shuts
down
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having run out
of propane
we go to bed early -
her warmth the length of me
this winter night
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gembun
the usual sorrow at the usual hour
in the lustre
of the silver tray
the red rose
darkly
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Acknowledgments
are due the editors of the following publications
where these poems, sometimes in different form, first appeared:
Hummingbird, magazine
of the short poem
Lynx, journal for linking poets
still, a journal of short verse
Tanka Splendor, anthology
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