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Jon Davis
Born
New Haven, CT, The United States
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PIRATES ANGRY WITH JOHNNY DEPP’S MISREPRESENTATION OF PIRATES
“Aargh,” says Joseph “Pegleg” Stewart, President of The Southeast Chapter of the International Pirates’ Association. “Johnny Depp. He’s a swine, I tell ya. And I tell ya true. Ain’t never fired a black powder pistol. Never swung, boots first, onto the deck of a rich man’s vessel. Not an ounce a pirate in that lad.” “Here, here,” shout the eight members of the IPA, clank Read more of this blog post »
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Scrimmage of Appetite (Akron Series in Poetry)
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1995
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3 editions
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Preliminary Report
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2010
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3 editions
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Dangerous Amusements: Poems
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1987
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Above the Bejeweled City
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An Amiable Reception for the Acrobat
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Improbable Creatures
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becoming more human: words from the soul
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Fearless Now & Nameless
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Local Color: Poems
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1994
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A Treatise on the Cracker Barrel® Peg Puzzle
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“I guess this is a prayer to the unsettled arc of mortality, the hoist and shuffle of this uncertain moment, our lives like bulbs flaring and going out as the city's seven million souls--ah, but that's another argument--click out their bedside lamps and curl toward whatever approximation of warmth they have found, while the music plays on in the streets below, the neon humming, the ambulances wailing the sudden shocked song of the living.”
― Preliminary Report
― Preliminary Report
“Forget
The honors handed out, the lists of winners.
Forget the certificates, bright trophies you
Could have, should have, maybe won.
Remind yourself you never wanted them.
When the spotlight briefly shone on you,
You stepped back into darkness,
Let the empty stage receive the light,
The black floor suddenly less black—
Scuff-marks, dust, blue tape—the cone
Of light so perfect, slicing silently that perfect
Silent darkness, and you, hidden in that wider dark,
Your refusal a kind of gratitude at last.”
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The honors handed out, the lists of winners.
Forget the certificates, bright trophies you
Could have, should have, maybe won.
Remind yourself you never wanted them.
When the spotlight briefly shone on you,
You stepped back into darkness,
Let the empty stage receive the light,
The black floor suddenly less black—
Scuff-marks, dust, blue tape—the cone
Of light so perfect, slicing silently that perfect
Silent darkness, and you, hidden in that wider dark,
Your refusal a kind of gratitude at last.”
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