Friday, June 26, 2015

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The first was a bassinet. I don't remember what it was made of; I think it was one of those big white wicker baskets with wheels. When I couldn't sleep at night, my father would drag it into the kitchen.
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Dutendra Chamling 12 November 2015

Very powerful poem. Toi Derricotte has new language for poem.

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Hamtramck, Michigan
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