Comments for: Poet Simon `endlessly rocking’

Walter Simon is reciting a poem over the phone. His voice is technical, mechanical, like those computer text-reading programs. The poem is “Black Night; No Light,” one of the older ones, he instructs, written in 1981 about kids cruising in their cars in Spokane. “Tonight my dreams are… Read More
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