On bounced rent cheques and teary-eyed excuses
Thursday, March 26, 2009
In celebration of April, springtime and oh yeah, national poetry month (?)
Poetry on its last gasps according to the NEA
. (Like I've never heard that one before.)
And then there's this one.
No one's reading the stuff. But at least they're still writing it.
B. Glen Rotchin
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