Tim Torkildson's Clown Alley

The Poet Laureate of the New York Times Newsroom

Tuesday, April 5, 2022

Narrative Poem: Add Declining Immigration to Problems Weighing on the Labor Market (WSJ)

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  So I was at Stinker looking for a hot water bottle. There was no one in the store. Not a clerk in sight. A hand-lettered card on the cash ...

Photo Essay: Haiku. 行方不明の子供たち The missing children.

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  The missing children -- a growing vacuum in hearts; gravel wet with tears. what happens when my bar code expires -- death? or inventory? n...
Sunday, April 3, 2022

Haiku: ひびの入った歩道に On the cracked sidewalk

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  On the cracked sidewalk in the foolish April sun -- winter trash abounds. faint hieroglyphics  in the Flying J car lot -- Polish dogs are ...

Photo Essay: Not Going To China Anymore.

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Novel. The Old Funeral Home. Chapter Four. Part Three.

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  The Beloved with her sister up in Wendell, Idaho. Friday, April 1. 2022. They are discussing Musica Universalis. The world will listen gla...
Friday, April 1, 2022

Ben Franklin

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  Ben Franklin ran the Post Office/He made it pay its way/Delivery was certain/and came neatly twice a day/The penny post they called it/kni...
Wednesday, March 30, 2022

Novel. The Old Funeral Home. Chapter Four. Part Two.

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  The Beloved at her computer. Wednesday. March 30. 2022. She often brags to me: "I can do boring." She well knows I cannot. That...

The fleshpots of Egypt

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  The fleshpots of Egypt are always at hand/making us slaves in our very own land/A famine of wisdom and plain common sense/leaves us with n...
Monday, March 28, 2022

Haiku: 妻と散歩 A walk with my wife.

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  a walk with my wife in the freshness of morning -- stepping on cold ants. 妻と散歩 朝の鮮度で- 冷たいアリを踏む。 a walk with my wife to the rec center --...
Sunday, March 27, 2022

Novel: The Old Funeral Home. Chapter Four. Part One.

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  The Beloved in our kitchen at Valley Villa in Provo. Sunday, March 27. 2022. She's getting a bowl of shredded wheat ready for breakfas...
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