A poem which I wrote five years or so ago has been published in the Fall issue of 'War, Literature, and the Arts', the literary journal of the United States Air Force Academy. It was written in Barbados, during the denouement of a relationship and an obsession with Kenneth Rexroth. I don't think I would ever write anything like it again, but it holds a lot of meaning for me as an artifact from a time and place and state of being. Maybe you'll be able to make something out of it yourself.
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