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mr. ted vanderveldt

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About Me



I am a dad, stinkin' hippie, once poet, and fool (hopefully in that order).

I am a separated male pagan living in Oklahoma and completely devoted to my wonderful daughter, Lily. As far as what I do, let's see, starting at the beginning I have been a fast food worker, truck washer, pizza delivery guy, all night donut fryer, picture framer, poet (I can include that because I occasionally made money), taxi driver, visual merchandiser, job coach to the mentally ill, library employee, walgreen's clerk, coca-cola delivery truck driver, barn painter, and credit card telephone advisor. Who the hell knows what I'll do next. I try to live life like its own art form. It is an adventure with all the pitfalls that come with that.

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:



The Pagan Activist
Skypilot Club
Patriots for Peace and Justice
Hollander Space
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My Blog

Damn

geez, there doesnt seem to be an easy way to delete all of one's blog. The gods know there is absolutely no way im going to do it one by one. Maybe i'll just let them remain here for prosperity, rig...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jun 2009 14:15:00 GMT

Damn

geez, there doesnt seem to be an easy way to delete all of one's blog. The gods know there is absolutely no way im going to do it one by one. Maybe i'll just let them remain here for prosperity, rig...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jun 2009 14:15:00 GMT

retirement

well, the time has come for me to go ahead and close the door on poetry.  I'm going to fold away those pages and see where else life leads me.  I appreciate all of you who have come here to read my wo...
Posted by on Fri, 29 May 2009 07:59:00 GMT

a preference for solitude

a preference for solitudea lovely             gray/white/black         goose                   wandered on the grass                                 picking                       at cigarette butts   ...
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 11:29:00 GMT

thus

and if I examine close Ican feel the dirt, the rock,and here where the grassbegins to grow, and therewhere it is thicklistening, I can hear the clickof insects and the rustle ofsomething sneaking away...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Mar 2009 22:01:00 GMT

whisper

whispera sliver of aircaptured by an earand lodged in imaginationthe night is coming in the windows as breezesand it is telling stories about the changing of the seasons,about the knives that fall upo...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Mar 2009 21:31:00 GMT

5 poems rejected by THE NATION in 2001

  old man walking young dog          in cold,                  drops come down                  on hair, face, jacket                  at 9:30am 11/26/00and my mind wanders down main streetas though i...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Mar 2009 21:22:00 GMT

morning

                                 the dark blood                                        must burst from                                               the vein                                      and i...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Feb 2009 09:57:00 GMT

Son of Man

Son of Man*                            okay, Jesus,              dance the hula                  to tell your story.             I'm sick of listening.         I'll just watch your navel roll         ...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Feb 2009 07:36:00 GMT

2 pommes

patternsI wanted to write a poem,but the letters just formeddead insects on the page.Their exoskeletons with crossed legsheld the forboding appearanceof being exclusively empty,but the ignorant would ...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Feb 2009 22:23:00 GMT