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  • General Fiction Short Stories Re: The painter

    The nights stride of a young man; uncertain of what sanity he has left. For he as an artist, there is no line between the right nor wrong and he ...

    Sep 26, 2011


Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield.
— Billy Collins