I bought a copy of American Poetry Review, the 25th anniversary issue a few years back, after years of self imposed exile, literary wise...not reading "new" poetry. I was dismayed with the "new" tripe being printed...Not with the Walt Whitman poem, but opposite magazine page, i read a filthy "supposed" verse about some persons sexual lusts at a Wendy's restraurant. Such filth, opposite page/disrespect for the "Master". Turning in a grave, and I, in unison... (Grave Turning/2001) by: Mark E. Temme
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