Regime de Vivre Poetry Prize 2013
It’s raining all over William Street, and it’s late and if we try to walk too far it hurts. It feels like we’ve fallen down, but there’s no blood that we can see. A field of empty glasses stretches out before us, and a blizzard of poems. They are the ignoble and scurrilous poems of [...]
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