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Mitch’s friend Bob felt sorry for him at the bar, even a little embarrassed for him when he spent $40 on a massage from a 20-year-old. It didn’t get any better when Bob questioned him. Mitch said it was the … Continue reading
The poets had all moved out to the garden, continuing their talk. Toasts were raised. Shadows were lengthened. James was trying To make his feelings clear when the birds came back.
A while ago, I was asked this question by Double Room, a publication that specializes in prose poetry… “In considering similarities/differences between prose poems and flash fictions, Andrew Michael Roberts discusses James Tate’s Memoir of the Hawk: “The book’s cover … Continue reading