Möbius Poets
“I think in spirals; therefore, I am infinite.” – Maureen Seatonand, while you say relationships, like
The Exchange Rate(In Homage to Nicanor Parra’s “Exchanges”)
Exchanging yellow for orange. Exchanging purple for yellow. Exchanging red for purple. Exchanging blue for red.
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Drive
It seemsMany have foundWhich off-rampThey need to takeAnd this highwaySeems perpetualSome are pulled off,A flat tire,
The Saint of Summer
And then the summer house is upon us, like a type of slow disease. We haven’t
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Craig, Jim, Dilaudid, and Me
I think back 20 years ago, to 2005, when I was getting started on one
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Sal The Butcher
Part I The first time Salvatore DiLuca slipped a boning knife between the joint of a
