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Blackout Poem
Wait it eases off. Get home, gathered, very close and look up – we find it’s all right. Play: they be. For life, but all vanished picture faces – matter: …
I’m Writing This On the Toilet…
…because that is one of two places I can currently get reception on my phone and catch up on my fellow writers’ blog posts and allow inspiration (among other things) …
The Literary Gangster 