For every poet who knows what it’s like
There’s a woman in the front row who has started to cough. I spent seven wretched hours on a rancid bus to get here, to read poetry in...
For every poet who knows what it’s like
A Muse
Rodentia
No. 6, in C Major, with Voice
I Surely Would Have Fallen Had I Tried
Knick-Knack
Filler:
Tigris and Euphrates
St. Michael’s Quartet
Michael Jackson Isn’t Dead
Linus and Lucy
Ward One, Civic Election
That guy in those commercials
The Season Arrived in Birdsong
The After Christmas
Andante in H
30 Years
Goodwill Hunting
Asiago
September Dew
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