This, too, was overlooked during the frenzy of the 30/30 Challenge in August, so I’m reposting it. My poem, “Summer 1966: After France & Remembering Bobby, Who One Day Would Learn to Multiply and Divide, Write Love Poems, Define Home, Fight Unfairly and Live with as Much Gusto as a 7-Year Old. Perhaps.” is featured on The […]
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