When Poems Overdose on Language

Dial 911. I think my poem's on something. I thought the house smelled a little odd this morning. A bit more organic than usual. My first thought was the dog, who always looks guilty, but no. Turns out, it's that poem I wrote yesterday. My fault, in a roundabout way. I left some "language" poetry … Continue reading When Poems Overdose on Language

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