this is all your fault
Poetry and the literary culture I'm growing in a milk carton
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Sunday, May 30, 2010
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Tuesday, Chico The hotel swimming pool, full of floppy children and chemical stink. The fly dying on my nightstand. A quarter and magic fin...
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Thursday, February 11, 2010
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Late Burial the small sound of an old radio, some music, words I don't understand, a nostalgic howl with lots of brass and acoustic guit...
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Friday, October 09, 2009
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White Shirts While you sleep, I watch a movie. A man bangs his head against a shelf in a library. It's the magazine section: I can alm...
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