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Oh, Canada.


I’m in print – in Canada. Misunderstandings Magazine (what a title!) sent me two copies the other day.  You will have to buy a copy (only $3, very recession friendly) to read my poem, but here’s a peak.

The End of Days Diner

The lights overlooking the ten car parking lot

don’t come on until comets

begin to tear into the sky, dragging down

snags of cloud and aborted rain.

Thanks, Canada. I always thought you were kind of cute.