there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life.
Sometimes it’s painful to watch a group of poets trying to work a room as if they were politicians. The AWP conference, as the wag put it, is comprised of 15,000 introverts pretending to be extroverts.
If my mother had not been an alcoholic, I might not have been a poet.
The next morning I rode my bicycle to Wolf Corner where coyotes and dogs were
Hung on a wooden rack to discourage coyotes
Jose Padua’s poems are the twitch of the tail of the cat stalking the mouse of your unconscious.
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