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- finally, 8 years too late ;)
February 2, 2010 | 12:06 pmThe official NaPoWriMo site.
- poetry x 12: tracer on a.r. ammons
February 1, 2010 | 5:59 pm - kay mckenzie cooke’s ‘heat’
February 1, 2010 | 5:47 pmThe 70s are doomed / to be the only decade that knew / what to do with colour.
- poetry x 12: catherine on denis glover
February 1, 2010 | 5:35 pm - molly gaudry’s, ‘anatomy for the artist’
February 1, 2010 | 7:22 amwe take me apart — / by vertebrae / we take me apart — / by ribs / we take me apart — / by sternum
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Thank you, Dana, for your comment. I look forward to the continued reading of your material.
AW
Response to Mystic by Abigail (a poem collaborative)
A mirage of mirrored souls
is a mirror-playing trick on ghosts
a trap door in the psyche
were we not going crazy separately
we’d be saner collectively —
but that would be impossible, wouldn’t it?