Codger, a dodger, confidence trickster-
Wisconsin contower.
Writer, let’s know, of geat Wisconsin wrongs.

I would lay light that his work
Unpaving a road through Door County
Will whisk dust up for young writers to come to
Find voice and camp there in their own
With a conciousness of no concilliations,
Follow their bare bones loosening the bullshit
To fit this new world that frighteningly forgets the old.

Prose man, poet blender.
Sender off to the world
His great working gifts.

A prescence lifted from Illinois
Took the flyway of Lake Michigan
And buillt a nest as eagles do north
Where all can be seen from.

Perched in his coop to
Sway swoop down on any day.
Craft steeped like how-ever old-he is whiskey.
You can smell it on his breathway-
The truth.

Honor to the deep in shallow politics.
He is editing our time,
The anger all behind a voice of sweetness.

Plow the road.
Like that crazy crooked county road
That hauls all to the landing across from
Washington Isand.
Jesus, who platted that.
Only one who can laugh along the way.

Norbert Blei can ferry himself across
All of us.

Warren Nelson

You are the one and only!

Great work……words live forever.

Charles P. Ries

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