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|Landmark||Robert Frost Stone House Museum||Vermont|
|Poetry-Friendly Bookstore||The Grolier Poetry Book Shop||Massachusetts|
|Writing Program||University of Notre Dame Creative Writing Program||Indiana|
|Literary Magazine||Black Warrior Review||Alabama|
|Festival||New York Poetry Festival||New York|
|Conference||University of North Dakota Writers Conference||North Dakota|
|Conference||Litquake: San Francisco Literary Festival||California|
|Conference||Poets Forum||New York|
If I were in a book it would be the book in which some lesser angel bemoans the state of my soul and is comforted for it and is corrected for it by some greater angel who knows as the reader knows that it is not my soul that suffers the indignities of ignobility: the inability to curb the petty smallness of
My friends without shields walk on the target It is late the windows are breaking My friends without shoes leave What they love Grief moves among them as a fire among Its bells My friends without clocks turn On the dial they turn They part My friends with names like gloves set out Bare handed as they have