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Jeffrey McDaniel
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Philadelphia, PA, The United States
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reading in los angeles, this friday, september 9th
I have not been on here in a while and not sure if anyone is listening. What's new with me:I have finished a draft of my fifth book of poems. Not sure what the title is yet. I have finisheda third dra...
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The Splinter Factory
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2002
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6 editions
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Forgiveness Parade
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published
1998
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9 editions
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The Endarkenment
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2008
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4 editions
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Alibi School
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published
1995
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2 editions
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Chapel of Inadvertent Joy (Pitt Poetry Series)
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2013
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4 editions
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Holiday in the Islands of Grief: Poems (Pitt Poetry Series)
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2020
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2 editions
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Thin Ice Olympics
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Siamesische Gegensätze
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Katastrophenkunde
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Meow: Spoken Word From the Black Cat
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“Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.”
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like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.”
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“I realise there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they're experts at letting things go.”
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“The Quiet World
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.”
― Forgiveness Parade
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
and also to appease the mutes,
the government has decided
to allot each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings, I put it to my ear
without saying hello. In the restaurant
I point at chicken noodle soup.
I am adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night, I call my long distance lover,
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond,
I know she’s used up all her words,
so I slowly whisper I love you
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.”
― Forgiveness Parade
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