nearly every poem i’ve written was inspired by a woman. often they’ll tell me something to write about, and i’ll write it. sometimes it is something they say in passing. occasionally it is a simple glance. they are the true progenitors of my work. it is good and fitting that they are women, as they […]
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i try to avoid this meta-writing crap, and i promise this will be the last for a while. i keep having people write me emails commenting on a poem, which i love, but i also love getting comments posted here. it is a fetishistic thing. somehow it is more concrete, more real, when placed here. […]
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