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We recorded forty-five-minute conversations for thirty straight days around New York City. Half
Jon Cotner , Andy Fitch
How can I reach you when the fact
of me is no consolation. The shock of blonde
Thanks to the hacks that still insist
on fixing the smallest glitch in Luke‚
The weather is bad and she is an Amazon. No.
A dummy is held aloft for a long time
I saw your new book today. Just after I saw your new book.
The day after I saw your last new
I’m for Nero’s spinning
party room and against
though I like the
We are birds in migration from this world to that.
(That sounds coarse, like the
Under the Gun
When this sentence should speak for itself‚
it does the way it
I once received this astonishing letter‚ a truly atrocious one‚ especially upsetting because‚
In part two of her interview with Boston Review Poetry Editor Timothy Donnelly, Maureen N. McLane
Timothy Donnelly, Maureen N. McLane
Shadows are thickening‚ the long backs of hills plunge
into the ocean’s waves‚
Henry Fonda didn’t die on you‚
he just died. Carol Burnett
says this to Liz Taylor
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