You think you’re writing poetry
and then you read one in a New Yorker,
about elephants,
tied together, heads down,
being traipsed in a line through the Queen’s midtown tunnel after midnight,
on their way to Ringling Brothers downtown,
forever away from their home and the wild,
and you just want to stop writing what,
for all these years,
you’ve been calling poetry.
Tricia McCallum
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Tricia McCallum
Always be a poet. Even in prose.
— Charles Baudelaire.
In essence I am a storyteller who writes poems. Put simply, I write the poems I want to read.[…]
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