Austin
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The concrete angel It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. Yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me when I was stationed in Texas. I arrived early and I added my name to the back-up readers. Many people came early and… Read more
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Blushing beauty stole my heart. The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen, and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made him feel safe. He came to Austin for the three days poetry reading near the college. He had read for three days… Read more
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