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Featured Poem: Odd

Odd by Charles Bukowski some nights like this night seem to crawl down the back of one’s neck and settle at the base of the skull, stay there like that like this. it is probably a little prelude to death, a warm-up. I accept. then the mind becomes like a movie: I watch Doestoevsky in a small room and he is drinking a glass … Read More Featured Poem: Odd