“Your life amounted to saving cent / seven as you lost yours. Bare ruined choirs / sing to you now in your blistering senescence.”
By Al Maginnes
“And though he knows / five languages and a thousand names for God, he walks // to the edge of the settlement, listening again for the silver bird”
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Why Poetry was released in 2017 and has remained since a passionate and plain spoken blueprint for both …