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The Dada in Me

(This essay appeared in the August/September 2015 issue of The Country and Abroad.) “Dusted with surrealism,” began a review of a poetry chapbook of mine, but while I’m hesitant to disown praise from a critic, I haven’t been a fan … Continue reading

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