Pop Olafsson was this fattish
bald guy with a face
like a wrinkled dishrag
left in the sun to dry.
-- Joyce Carol Oates, "High Lonesome"
(Zoetrope: All-Story, Winter 2005)
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NOVEL POETRY:
FINDING THE POETIC
IN NOVELS
(and in short stories
and sometimes elsewhere)
[and posting pictures
of cool-looking authors]
About Me
- Ron
- Editor-type in ATL. (Have a poem in Washington, D.C.-area literary magazine Gargoyle and two in The South Carolina Review.)
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