Arthur Vogelsang

  DEMENTED DISCUSSES DISTINGUISHED   I motion the black beggar at the intersection into my car. We drive along and interrupt each...
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John W. Evans

I lament my dead with real man-tears. / My sorrow settles all fears. / The gods make light this head they’ve crowned. / I snap trunks, scrap cities, pound beers.

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