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December 16, 2023
This is a partial collage: I started this poem by pulling words from a translation of “The Pipe” by Stéphane Mallarmé, but as I assembled it I felt the urge to go in a new direction. Yesterday I found a fine winter. I forgot the room, the first roads. I was planning my sun, shivering…
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October 9, 2023
Here are two poems I wrote yesterday from the same source text, an Etsy listing for rings. The first is an erasure (my choices driven by sound), and the second one of my “beautiful in-law erasures,” using the sentence “See for yourself; don’t stop at the first answer” as a seed. #1 genuine approx.…