I’m not wrong for reinventing even reenacting. Although a few words are somehow maimed bleeding in procession. Though I feign reverence I find that I seek revenge, for making use of a word. Sweeping gestures that never permit form in real time, norms in addition. The words ghosted, solemn and curved Places of Inanimate Glass The window panes always in shatters from kinder tears. In continued slips one laid in wait to witness echoes. Sovereign lotteries absolves the player of the parallel self Any number can win, if lonely and stripped Bio: Michael Igoe, neurodiverse city boy, Chicago now Boston, recovery staff at Boston University Center For Psych Rehab. Many works appear in journals online and print. Recent: Spare Change News(Cambridge MA), thebluenib.com, minerallit.com. Avalanches In Poetry Anthology@amazon.com. National Library Of Poetry Editor's Choice For 1997. Twitter: MichaelIgoe5. poetryinmotion416254859.wordpress.com. Urban Realism, Surrealism. I like the Night. New poems from Michael Igoe Re-published poems by Michael Igoe A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Michael Igoe
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