Tom Hennen

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Tom Hennen


Born
Morris, Minnesota, The United States

Born into a big Dutch-Irish family in 1942 in Morris, Minnesota, Tom Hennen grew up on farms. After abandoning college, he married and began work as a letterpress and offset printer in 1965. In 1972 he helped found the Minnesota Writers’ Publishing House, printing with a press stashed in his garage work that included his first chapbook, The Heron with No Business Sense. He worked for the Department of Natural Resources Wildlife Division in the 1970s and later worked as a wildlife technician at the Sand Lake National Wildlife Refuge in South Dakota. Now retired, he lives in St. Paul near his children and grandchildren.

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“Help me to be in the world for no purpose at all except for the joy of sunlight and rain.
Keep me close to the edge, where everything wild begins.”
Tom Hennen

“Smelling A Stone In The Middle Of Winter

I can't remember
What gravel and weeds look like.
This little stone becomes important
And starts to act big.
I expect it to orbit the kitchen stove
Any minute now.
Near my nose
It gets
Bigger and bigger
Until it's a mountain
I'm lost on.

This stone is different
Than the stone that grinds me down
All day
At work.

This stone
Smells like the inside of your dress
On a spring afternoon.
It's the hard feeling in my stomach
When I'm talking nonsense to you.

This stone is so inviting
Everyone wants to walk right into it
And become a fossil.”
Tom Hennen, The Heron With No Business Sense

“We examine each day before us with barely a glance and say, no, this isn't the one I've been looking for.”
Tom Hennen



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