The divine Harryette.
This book came out (to his great credit, as always) through Gil Ott's fine Singing Horse Press, which also published a great, important poetry magazine for many years.
Gil Ott made his life and literature in Philadelphia.
He died much younger than poetry wanted him to.
Why does the post office have to stamp shit on my postcards?
The stamp cancellation should be enough, damn it.
Love the photo of the poet here.
She might be one of the most inventive and playful, but there is still room for the sacramental in her writing.
Well, her writing becomes the sacrament.
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