IN LOOKING for a poem to celebrate the 4th, New Pop Lit‘s chief editor realized he’d recorded one himself. FYI: It’s a trifle sarcastic. To keep him away from the microphone, send us your own recorded verse! Rants, agonies, recitations, comedies, or other “spoken word.” To: newpoplitATgmailDOTcom. (NOTE: The opening to this poem is supposed to […]
NO, this poem from hyper-talented poet Kristin Garth about someone drowning is NOT about Chappaquiddick. At least, we don’t think it is. We assume it’s not. It may-or-may-not be. It’s a terrific poem nevertheless.