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Calliope: An Editorial Preface
Poems come to be born, like the cotton gin came to Eli, as seminal gifts emanating from outside the conscious. Any inventor will tell you about the value of intuition or the flash of insight bestowed while one stands in the shower.
Urania: An Editorial Preface
I thought I might reach out and touch the top of her stone, then berated myself for being a groupie. ‘Act like a grown man, for godsake,’ I chastised myself. But as I stood staring at her, I soon broke down, “What the hell will it hurt?” I reached out my hand to caress the top of the small monument . . . and the very instant I touched the stone, a substantial church bell blurted a loud toll, causing me to jump back, scan the cemetery for witnesses, and abruptly focus on a large tombstone heralding the surname, WARD, my own name.
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