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About angels

It’s that season–all the old cliches brought out with music and glitter. On that note, there are very few poems that contain angels that are not overwrought, too fanciful or just plain schmaltz. But this, by B. H. Fairchild, avoids … Continue reading

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Beauty

April is the cruelest month, but also, ironically?, poetry month. In any case every night this week has a poetry event I’m attending. So far the highlight has been a spectacular reading at the North Berkeley Library by B.H. Fairchild. Fairchild has … Continue reading

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The Blue Buick

I’ve just renewed The Blue Buick from U C Library for the third time, which means I’ve had it almost three months now. Guess I need to buy a copy. These mostly long poems of a man who grew up in … Continue reading

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