Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Poem-A-Day Appendix: From Sunday, April 5

Things We Agreed Not to Shout. Paul Guest.

There's something sweet and poignant about this litany of words and phrases that have been deemed inappropriate to yell. Paul Guest manages to weave between the lines a level of domestic intimacy that resonates far beyond My credit rating and Judas Priest lyrics. Also, let's just ponder a moment what circumstances determined that there would be no shouting Finnish curses on the firstborn. This is a poem built on rhythm and gut feeling.

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