"Sweet God, poetry hates Boston" - Jack Spicer
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THE CONSTITUTION
The Black Eye
Forthcoming
Poems and Not Poems
751 Magazine
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Baltimore is Reads
Caketrain
Death Metal Poetry
Ectoplasm Necropolis
elimae
elimae (2)
Eyshot
Front Porch
Gander Press Review
Ghoti
Glitterpony
H_NGM_N
HEARTBREAKER
Hobart
I Am A Natural Wonder
Indefinite Space
Ink Node
Juked
Keyhole
Keyhole (2)
Lamination Colony
Left-Facing Bird
LIT
MiPOesias
The New Yinzer
Night Train
No Tell Motel
notnostrums
Otolithes
Pedestal
Pequin
Pindeldyboz
Prick of the Spindle
Puerto Del Sol
Quick Fiction
Rain Fade
Raleigh Quarterly
Right Hand Pointing
Sixth Finch
Sleeping Fish
Softblow
Spooky Boyfriend
Strange Machine
SUB-LIT
Thieves Jargon
TYPO
Wandering Army
We Heart Four Things
WHL Review
Wigleaf
Word Riot
Zygote in my Coffee
Action, Yes
Anti
Avatar Review
Baltimore is Reads
Caketrain
Death Metal Poetry
Ectoplasm Necropolis
elimae
elimae (2)
Eyshot
Front Porch
Gander Press Review
Ghoti
Glitterpony
H_NGM_N
HEARTBREAKER
Hobart
I Am A Natural Wonder
Indefinite Space
Ink Node
Juked
Keyhole
Keyhole (2)
Lamination Colony
Left-Facing Bird
LIT
MiPOesias
The New Yinzer
Night Train
No Tell Motel
notnostrums
Otolithes
Pedestal
Pequin
Pindeldyboz
Prick of the Spindle
Puerto Del Sol
Quick Fiction
Rain Fade
Raleigh Quarterly
Right Hand Pointing
Sixth Finch
Sleeping Fish
Softblow
Spooky Boyfriend
Strange Machine
SUB-LIT
Thieves Jargon
TYPO
Wandering Army
We Heart Four Things
WHL Review
Wigleaf
Word Riot
Zygote in my Coffee
1 comment:
the first time I read this poem was in Harper's, last summer, riding a train to Boston from Providence. a strange, memorable moment.
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