After a while, she took her hair from its bun;
it cascaded across her face like a black veil.
The hair smelled extravagant and secret,
the smell of a rare flower
that only bloomed at night.
-- Scott Heim, "Mysterious Skin"
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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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