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Jonelle Strickland, Storyweaver

​Verse...

Warning: "Zuihitzu in Progress" (This may take a decade or two...)

 Waiting for a great poem to come is like waiting at the heels of Mount Vesuvius, patiently licking your lips--for centuries, there is nothing worthy of putting down while a small town
begins to bubble its way to the surface...

Meanwhile, perhaps you should check out Christine Olson's latest chapbook from Rattle: The Last Mastodon, which features an overlapping of paleontology and one of  America's founding fathers.

Here is an excerpt from the book's jacket:

Eleven foot at the shoulder, Max
is the largest mastodon in the West.

Jefferson owned Sally Hemings.
I never could make small talk with my father.

I told you this was a catalogue of damages.
Oh god, the mouth is such a weapon.


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