You want to be wary of a poetry thing called Afterthoughts, especially one that is printed entirely on pink paper. You know what I’m saying? Nothing should ever be printed on pink paper, but poems should particularly not be printed on pink paper. Anyway, while these aren’t great poems by any stretch of the imagination, they are trying to do something that deserves more than pink paper. Poems, mostly, about the difficulty of the human, the fragility of our own attempts to rise above our own temporality. I mean, I guess this is what happens when people who aren’t really poets try to write poetry – sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but whatever happens, it shouldn’t be on pink. Send them some poems, on regular paper. (HN)
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