We are all going into a world of dark. And that’s okay, Given the wing-wrung alternative. It’s okay. That’s where the secrets are, The big ones, the ones too tall to tell. The way in is twisty and torturous, but easy, they say, easy. The way out, however, is unavailable, and...
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04.24.14“I’ve Been Sitting Here Thinking Back Over My Life…”Poetry
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04.25.14Crusoe in EnglandPoetry
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04.28.14Tonight I Can WritePoetry
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04.28.14On “Tampa Stomp”Poetry
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04.29.14Road / Here NowPoetry
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04.30.14Buried at SpringsPoetry
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05.15.14It Chooses You: Notes on Romantic ResonancePoetry
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07.14.14Murder Ballads, Narcocorridos, and Border SongsPoetry
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08.14.14The Cement Plant, AnnotatedPoetry
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10.17.14Age, and the deaths, and his ghosts: On the lives of John BerrymanPoetry
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10.21.14A Dream RecountedPoetry
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10.22.14Berryman’s Haunted IPoetry
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10.22.14BerrymanPoetry
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10.23.14More of Seasons than of HierarchiesPoetry
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10.23.14Completely PossessedPoetry
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10.23.14A Long WonderPoetry
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10.29.14Kind In Ways We Cannot Account ForPoetry
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10.30.14Notes from Mountain RoadPoetry
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10.31.14What the Pencil WritesPoetry
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11.12.14Another Failed Poet: The Lyrical Whimsy of Jack LondonPoetry