Featured Posts
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Christmas, 1958, Tampa, Florida. I was sure Santa would bring a pony, but he brought a tent. My brother, eleven at the time, was supposed to [...] -
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What Meets the Eye
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I was quite unexpectedly moved by Nexit 9. I had anticipated enjoying Seng’s game of re-ordered exit signs, but not that I would be idly staring at Nexit 9 [...] -
I was into women and horses, horses, horses in the 70s: Susan Rothenberg, Patti Smith* and to a lesser extent, Deborah Butterfield. I have to go into the time [...]
Letters to the Editor
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Finally read your poem! “Stories that we tell about ourselves To the lyre of self-instrumentalization While knives are floating over the flensing deck Dissention of knives Then [...]
The Collector
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Dave King / Ellen Berkenblit I went to college with Ellen Berkenblit. We weren’t in any classes together, but we had mutual friends, and I viewed her as the girl who [...]
Der Defätist / The Defeatist
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there is a hump in breathing i do catch up with a snoring girl thinking of snorri [...]
