Joshua Weiner

Joshua Weiner

    Black shadow hangs over the dust of my beloved; So I turned myself into dust, but the shadow left me behind.    ...
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Franklin K.R. Cline

When Tony Hoagland sleeps I bet he dreams of buying a handful of Texas saloons and naming them all Bars Poetica. When I fall asleep I wake up an hour later with sinus and money problems, too much coming out of one hole and not enough from the other. Anyway...

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