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White Flowers and Landmines

Write On Ottawa: Great poems and lousy junk

I am a war poem monger.  I love the inherent tension of war poems.  I don’t mean the patriotic stuff.  I mean war poems that are blistering and authentic.  I love the way violent and traumatic experiences can strain poetic language to the breaking point.  I love poems that struggle to assemble the inexpressible into […]