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Frances Donovan
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the trolley rattles on and I have a moment to be pure nothing
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I first came across Martha Collins’s work at a seminar on taboo at the Mass Poetry Festival. Sharon Olds read a poem about testicles. Jill McDonough read a poem that included a line about a stripper’s “perfect pink asshole.” And Martha Collins read a poem…
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black pair of panties lying on the trolley tracks where did you come from?
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Poetry can bring a little light and warmth into these cold, dark evenings. Go get you some. Thursday, November 2, 6 pm Douglas Kearney and Tracie Morris Edison Newman Room, Houghton Library Harvard University Cambridge, MA Thursday, November 2, 6:30 pm…
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All readings are in Massachusetts unless otherwise noted. Thanks as always to Daniel Bouchard for compiling these listings, and to the fine  organizations that make possible many readings to be found in and around Boston. If you have an event not listed…
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october’s reward for tromping through the woods: a golden feather
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Every artist knows the agonizing gap between an idea and a work of art. In my experience, visual art is particularly frustrating this way – perhaps because whatever skills I developed have long since left me, but also because writing comes so much more…
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Poetry readings like thick as apples on the ground. Thanks to poet Daniel Bouchard for gathering them into one basket for the rest of us. Friday, September 8, 7 pm Zvi A. Sesling, Gloria Mindock, and Len Krisak Brookline Booksmith Harvard Street Coolidge…
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It was a Tuesday We watched the Towers come down I covered my mouth
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He doesn’t like me to say When the last rose  of summer gives way But I am not grieving, just noticing
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