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POEMS YOU CAN'T READ

New poems out in Copper Nickel and The Pinch, but you'll have to read them the old-fashioned way: on paper (i.e. not at all).







 
What little town by river or sea shore,
     Or mountain-built with peaceful
                                                   citadel,
          Is emptied of this folk, this pious
                                                          morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
     Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
          Why thou are desolate, can e'er
                                                      return.
                                --Keats