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Katy E. Ellis, Jr. |
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Poetry. Stories. |
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I drink poems again and again when they promise some inside fire, an inner smolder akin to soft whiskey or dark roast coffee akin to river rocks close to the campfire. A poem should find a place within your mouth before it ventures south to the gut. ~from My Poetry Manifesto as Performed by the Lounge Poet Sorry Charlie’s, Tuesday Night
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