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Allan Graubard

Poetry: INVENTION OF THE LOVELORN

‘‘…from one temple to the other, the ebony blood of my virtual suicide drains in virulent silence…the bullets crisscross my brain day and night…dispersing inside the skull an odor of detonated gun powder, of clotted blood, of chaos.”

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The Brooklyn Rail

OCT 2020

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