Last night I sent the following letter the the Brownsville City Secretary:
Ms. Von Hatton:
I’m attaching the memo I was provided by your office in response to my request for information on how much the city has spent on Pablo Kisel Boulevard. I appreciate the effort that seems to have been involved in producing it, but [...]

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Read poems aloud, always. Mine anyway. If you let your mind’s “reading voice” do the work, you will miss an important poetic element, namely the vibration of the air around you and through your tympanic membrane which penetrates your brain in a mildly different place than the merely ocular reading.
Specific poems: The last one, “God’s [...]

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Crumpled up the mountains, he did,
And burst them from the ground.
He broke not a sweat, he did,
From this thought or the next,
Seas rising, boiling and turned
A Greasy Mix in his bowl.
Seasoned words to say again
What can’t be said in words
The ancient story of all that is
Told again to make it new,
To shape it to the [...]

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Getting there is easy.
The door is always wide.
Inch through, dive through
Take your shadow by your side.
You’ll be alone at last.
Alone with the past.
Chew it up, mull it through
No need to make it fast.

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