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My Pandemic Year in Books
So Many Books, So Little Time I could have sworn that I’d read far fewer books this year than in past years, but it seems not to be so. It must be one of the few benign side effects of the pandemic. Of course, the pandemic has been hard on my writing, poems—at least poems of my kind—seeming fairly pointless amid the waves of infection and death and the tide of fascism rising out of the GOP (the Goosestepping Old Party).Read More
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For Veterans Day
News Cycle Gashed gut. Howls. Boots full of blood.Fitful close-ups of the latest righteous warsting our eyes—smoke from the funeral pyresburning forever toward the end of The Iliad.Read More