Any given space tightens over time,
teeming through folds of morning clarity
& slated red light, bearing no resemblance
to straight lines & stepping forward:
causality of purpose no longer with means
No Help for That | Jackie Clark
poems, etc.
First Morning
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Jackie,
Saw you read splendidly at 440. We want yr poems but can’t find an e-mail address.
Can you drop me a line at alex dot carnevale at gmail com.
Cheers,
Alex Carnevale
No Help for That | Jackie Clark 
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