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Anxious gatekeeping

Analogous to nervous cluelessness is something we might call “anxious gatekeeping.”   This is desire to police the borders of poetry, or of...

Monday, October 31, 2016

Bad Poem #51

Good lines of verse are locked up in a vault

Once a year they are released for the poetry contest

Every writer get one

To be the last line of a poem



This year I've gotten one that I cannot hope to match

At least my poem will end well

After this pedestrian start

Summer grasses tickle bare feet at church picnics

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