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Poetry Has a Place.
I think that we forget how to drive our words like bumper cars
and spurt simile like spray cheese on your unsuspecting little
brother. I am trying to remember that verse, like Pop Tarts, is
not just for breakfast anymore.
Writing is supposed to be fun.
Poetry without prima donnas.
Verse should leap to forgotten pantry shelves with a wail like
a cat- too utterly human and surprisingly familiar to dismiss
without a start. It must laugh at itself when it tumbles. This
Website, and the poetry selections at the right, constitutes my
effort in that direction.
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