'It is difficult to get the news from poetry
yet men die miserably everyday for lack of what is found there.' - W.C.W.

It’s a cruel trick that, lately, I wake in the morning to what I take for the ancient, swaddling, roar of the ocean, but then see I am not at the beach, this is just what the world sounds like, now —loud. As it should be - many reasons to yell. I have an inordinate de…
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