The End of the Era of Blakean Patience

It’s the end of an era / and any end summons terror— /

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Uh Yeah, Me Neither… (A Poem)

Do you take all your poems out ‘round back? Fantasize about them during teleconferences? Sketch them from memory by candlelight when the wind sounds like orgasmic gasps? Does your blood burst in your genitals when you feel the line break? Do you try to conjure their smell and end up hyperventilating? Tell me, do you... Continue Reading →

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