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First, The Thud of Locusts
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Beneath Dark Glass
To say
Nothing
happened
has to be a contradiction. And not all roses are red, dammit.
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B.S.H.
I have an MFA in poetry from the University of Florida, and since poets make no money, I'm looking into the lucrative profession of fly fishing, though I've never been fond of that much silence, or fishing.
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