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Robert Ronnow : Writing

Passion is its own predicament

Passion is its own predicament

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


5 a.m. Souls ascendfrom earth’s valeof fears. Others waitdon’t give up yet.Nothing I can do about that.Not is my name knownbut am I a good..
Atman. Atman.

Atman. Atman.

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


I have no clue what Krshna taught Arjunabut I like the name Atman a lot.Atman. Atman. Where a man is at.At all times. No matter what.Gita, get in the ..
It’s A Bear!

It’s A Bear!

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Bear’s certainit’s a bearalone with salmonit’s a bearon the mountainit’s a bearup a canyonit’s a beareating berriesit&rs..
Upper Manhattan Medical Group

Upper Manhattan Medical Group

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Off the train I hit the streetsand start laughing. This is ridiculous,incomprehensible. How can innumerable bipedshave individual inner lives. Why are..
TED Talk

TED Talk

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Biology TED talk, Ken Burns WWIIMultiple choice plus open response =Teacher cares, out there among the EnglishMathematics, fractions to imaginary iAny..
On Suffering

On Suffering

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


I waited too longto mow my lawnbiopsy my lungyet lived long enoughhowever long is long.Whatever. It's not wrongto count alongwhile busy living. Singan..
Rules for Old Men Waiting

Rules for Old Men Waiting

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Jack awoke in his usual pain, un-daunted by it. We're all gonna diesomeday is his morning mantra these days.Isolate the variable, anythingyou do to on..
The Shape of Jazz to Come

The Shape of Jazz to Come

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Is war coming? Are we headed for another crazy cataclysm?My sons, draft age. Only now can I appreciate the painso sharp it drains the color from one's..
Chainsaw Certified

Chainsaw Certified

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


I'm dead. Unlike Frost and Yeatsnothing I've said will be remembered.Unlike Roosevelt and Lincolnnothing I'm thinking will win the war.I'm going to go..
City of Hope

City of Hope

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


What a city I murmur to myself looking at its map.We approached the city known as Dis,with its vast army and its burdened citizens.At last we reached ..

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