this is all your fault
Poetry and the literary culture I'm growing in a milk carton
Monday, May 18, 2009
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The Cold The virus traveled to her blood after her fingertips brushed the hem of his coat, he was leaving again in the middle of the night, ...
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Saturday, May 09, 2009
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Finally, a new poem in the dry desert of nonpoetry Learn the Language of Your Meat Go into the weeds. Find the cow lying there, open her mou...
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Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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Sorry I've been so absent. I'm moving from Queens to Brooklyn, into a wonderful new apartment and (hopefully) wonderful new life. ...
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Tuesday, April 14, 2009
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Aubade on Avenue D Brick, Brick, Brick and Shingle. Asphalt, pot-hole of dense, mud-rich water, torn paper cup, floating, red plastic lid t...
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