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4 Poetry Collections That Aren’t What You’d Expect

Poetry collections that are out of the ordinary.

My second guest post on @bookriot is about poetry that doesn’t seem like poetry but is really really good poetry.

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A Little Death I carry a little death with me  on my back, in my bag:  cigarettes, my poems,  my attempts at  impossible hopes,  a lighter, illegal herb in a one-hitter,  dirty secret photos, poems by others,  folded love letters soaked by rain.  What is man but his problems?  A lifetime line of mistakes  knots on a rope a finite length  we end at a loose end, forever  undone but finished  we're left hanging by our dreams.  We never get enough of that sexy lover  or the bad-ass bass-line or the laughter  from that baby girl in the surf the first time.  If only the sweet sound could sing forever    and I could keep the whiskey high,  the buzz on my lips from the kisses I need  as a mother, a wife, a lover, a human hungry  for things to stay the same- when everything's good  but we’re brought down again and again  we continue our relationship  with gravity until the grave,  we're saved when we think we're saved. Jane LeCroy