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At Fifteen I measured time in cigarettes. Underneath the underpass I popped reds and dropped blues next to sucked off Popsicle sticks. I straddled the concrete curb and anointed the night with love. I was alive— snorting coke in abandoned homes where pigeon shit painted the floor white. I ripped off loose wood and climbed to the top of the roof. I wanted to feel the air against my cheeks and fuck. I wanted to break in half. Fold like heaven and hell. I was at war with myself. At fifteen, I hummed paradise, became those streets that tied into other streets, became my own country. How I talked. I could've been anyone. I was incurable. _______________________________________ Loren Kleinman's poetry has appeared in journals such as Nimrod, Wilderness House Literary [...]

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There'll Be Heartache

I loved them without hope--the way it should be.

"Bend to It" swings to and fro as if buffeted by a hurricane.

Terror is either the most defining nor the most compelling quality with which death is portrayed in this poetry that interrogates what it means to die, and how we use those final moments before death – both our own and those of others.


Trimboli’s well-wrought lines are best self-described as "an orchestra of small insanities held together with catgut.”

Leatherbar in Louisville

I can't stand when people "collect" their loves and hoard them. Dragons do that.

Keats and Yeats believe that the flaw of human nature is that time is in effect.

To My Brother

This is my favorite Emily Dickinson poem, even though it is not her best. It is the poem for which I have the most affection: “I dreaded that first Robin.”

That’s when I feel most satisfied as a teacher: when I see a spark of something in a student that I admire.

The poem’s argues that order can be found and already exists among the chaos of nature, but that it takes the individual’s artistic craft to create meaning to make the order’s presence known and evident.

Special Education

As I recall people thought muffins were good for you at the beginning of the 90s, and bad for you by the end of the 90s.