How I Wrote Certain of My Books I met the poet before he disappeared The timeline of events doesn’t…
Day #1101, by Daniel Borzutzky
Day #1101 The hospitals are exploding in the middle of the city and they tell us The dead are…
Poem #1022, by Daniel Borzutzky
Poem #1022 There is not much excess and what there is is barely perceptible the blank ones disappear from…