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Dwell Here: Nostalgia’s Graveyard Seductions

Dwell Here: Nostalgia’s Graveyard Seductions

  The poem I sent into the aether yesterday, Probably the Last Dawn Poem, was an old one. It was already a slightly belated look homeward (angel) to a time of some social and romantic turmoil, when my life was at one of its all too frequent “crossroads.” I had written a series of poems ab0ut a young woman with the perfect name for all of this, whom I had fallen for, hard, but who was still entangled with someone…

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Nostalgia for Nostalgia

Nostalgia for Nostalgia

Probably the Last Dawn Poem Did I bring them closer Together in this soap opera chain- Smoking pseudo-wooden-fern-bar Port-in-the-storm? Did I care once about her And her high looks soft Threat of a voice Long drink of eyes waiting For me? It’s strange no it isn’t Now I’m old and they’re young And even though I must be above putting things In nice boxes I have to start doubting my level of Reason And my need to find my age…

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