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Saturday, September 06, 2008
A New Yorker Piece
In front of a deep, dark wood,
the plump old fairy stood:
“O.K., let's try this again,”
she said, pointing her wand
at Cinderella's pumpkin head.
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Nobody in the rain
—Jack Kerouac
“Long Island Chinese Poem Rain”
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Scott Keeney
My poems have appeared in six books (most recently, Wahoo Sunset, 2019) and in journals such as Court Green, Failbetter, Mudlark, and New York Quarterly.
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