I met Kevin Dublin when he was 22 and I was a little bit older, I think at some university poetry event he’d invited me to in Wilmington, N.C. Me, practically still a rookie reporter but already on the verge of a burnout, a caustic combination of neurotic and hard-partying, running a newspaper-hosted poetry blog
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Daily haiku: Bridge – Ours was just a branch/ Easily blown off with wind/ Building stone one now
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After spending most of the day outside in the sun on this indescribably lovely "Frühling ist hier" Sunday in Leipzig, I decided to virtually travel back to another quite lovely time, an earlier escape into the land of sun, rolling hills, endless fields and spiked nectar... and to share it with you here.
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