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Shameless Early Promotion


My poetry book, The Fiction of Stillness, is available for pre-order now on Barnes and Noble. Official release date August 1st, 2024. Here's a taste:

...The table is smooth and round           symmetric        The chairs are

haphazardly placed at the end of this day      I have

breast cancer I say into the receiver

 

[communities must] pool resources

 

How to produce the sounds of the imaging                report into

sentences that resonate with months of postponement

weighty contrast on my right side

 

computing and comparing IM ratios for greater insight

                        not sufficient to prove the efficacy of screening

            as if merely a coffee bean or moth wing...


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