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Poetry and the Day Job

Where were you when your boss fell out of the universe and needed a blood transfusion? These lines are from my newest poem, The Interview, a free verse exploration of job interviews and the havoc they wreak on the human psyche. Sometimes, I feel like the questions could be as strange as this and yet, … Continue reading

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