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“Maybe imagination is just a form of memory, locked deep in . . . eternity.”

Posted on February 20, 2014 by Tony Herman

The poet Ron Wallace can be described as “part Emily Dickinson and part Harpo Marx” because of his dark wit, which you can see in the opening of this sonnet: The Bad Sonnet It stayed up late, refused to go to … Continue reading →

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