Poetry with a Pulse
by John Sweat
was seeing a married woman,
could still remember my father's face,
got a letter from you on a
like there wasn't a country between us
like i wasn't afraid
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| John Sweet is alive and well in the wastelands of upstate New York. He describes himself as overeducated, underpaid and a believer in writing as catharsis. His recent poetry collections include HUMAN CATHEDRALS (ravenna press) and ASH WILDERNESS (dis-productions). |