Re: Word: Nate Pritts

  ____________________________________________________________________   This poem first appeared in the January, 2013 issue of B O D...
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Frederick Pollack

Despite the risk, which is small / for the seldom photographed, / I treasure quasi-unprotected / passages from limo doors / to the doors of older buildings.

Nate Pritts

Such a beautiful orange trumpet! / Sometimes a keyhole is shaped like a cloud. // Those same words escaped me three times / because I wanted their sincerity // to sway people to have faith in me...

Christopher Ross

In the JetBlue terminal Jack tries to stay awake to hear his name called on stand-by. He hates everyone he’s seen in this entire airport.

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