The poem, I’ve always felt, is an opportunity for me to create an integrated whole from so many broken shards
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Monday, August 13, 2012
The Thousand Somethings of Someone
By Forrest Gander
Could have been
otherwise and
birdsong make us
nauseous. And
gigantic roiling sunsets
give us vertigo. The
world of flowers is
for insects, not
us. But tonic
is durance among.
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