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1.24.2025

I can easily imagine this piece as an erasure poem.

How I enjoyed these ‘open field’ poems; especially welcome were the blank spaces in between phrases and fragments.

I confess I couldn’t wait to get to the end of this story. I had to skip ahead many pages to get to that comforting sigh of the book closing.

Bad blurb: This book is the perfect bedside companion.

A writer who could not be embarrassed by anything he’d written, therefore he was destined to go unred. (sic)

But for the law against cruel and unusual punishment, I’m sure many prison libraries would love to own this book of poems.

As I read these poems I began to enjoy more and more their blank areas.

If this book was a radio station it would be classified as ‘easy listening’ or ‘soft rock’.

This is a poem that should be quickly translated into a dying language.

A few poems in the book stood like skyscrapers against other low-rise structures.

It could be described as a beset piece.

A pity, but I couldn’t bear to go back into those pages even to save my favorite bookmark.