Logan J Parker - Sweet Songs of Love
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Steve Dalachinsky - read new works
Poet/collagist STEVE DALACHINSKY was born in Brooklyn after the last big war and has managed to survive lots of little wars. His book The Final Nite (Ugly Duckling Presse) won the PEN Oakland National Book Award. His most recent books are Fools Gold (2014 feral press), a superintendent’s eyes (revised and expanded 2013/14 – unbearable/autonomedia) and flying home, a collaboration with German visual artist Sig Bang Schmidt (Paris Lit Up Press 2015).
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A free-wheeling road trip from nostalgic memory to the bright hope of a new beginning; bound for the sun with your aviators on, leaving the one who did you wrong eating your dust as you move on. No regrets, just blue skies ahead. Free to breathe, in a windscreen dream.